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Name: Tangledwisp
Gender: They/them
Rank: Elder
Clan: Pondclan
Description: Cinnamon golden classic tabby
with low white and yellow eyes
Age: 92 moons
Edits: [NR] Accessories; [C] min fur, ear tufts
Owner: néktar

[néktar]

Username: néktar
Cat Name: tangledwisp
Gender: they/them
Rank: elder
Clan: pondclan
Age: 92 moons
Prompt:
a cold glare came from across the camp, fur prickling with unease they tilted their head up slightly. putting their meal on hold, bright yellow eyes glimmering in the evening sun as they scanned the clearing. noting that most of their clanmates were out of camp, the stopped short of the nursery, bi-colored blue and red eyes gazing from within. they stopped dead, their whiskers twitching ever so lightly as their pink tongue passed over their maw, with a huff they got to their paws,

padding over to the den they noticed the little eyes dart away into the darkness. a long pull of air was drawn into their lungs as they stood before the den, a breeze gently blowing the scent of milk and kits towards them. paws kneeled at the sand as nerves coursed through them, making their fur stand on end and their tail lash behind them. knowing full well they were getting worked up over nothing and yet they couldn’t bring themselves to move forward. sealing the large lump in their throat they made their way inside, ears filing back as they nosed their way through the short tunnel of twigs and large leaves. under paw was soft fresh moss that the apprentices and the medicine cats laid down the previous day had been slightly trodden by the queen and kits that residues within.

once past the tunnel they were met with a heart aching sight of wolfkit. the young kit was sitting in the middle of the den, large ears flopped slightly to the side as the two’s eyes met. tangeledwisp had been avoid this interaction for a moon now, their sisters dear kit left alone after she passed on due to green cough. since then night had been taking care of him ever since, he was the spitting image of morningcall. the cords of their heart seemed to strangle their vocal cords as they tried to speak, it came out cracked and strained. “h-hello..” it was a soft hello but a greeting none the less. at this acknowledgment wolfkit ran up to them and snuggled against their legs, tears running down their face. tangledwisp immediately comforted the kit and wrapped their body tightly around him. passing their tongue over his face and head, tears began to fall from their golden eyes, letting their heart grieve finally.

[SilentMelody]

Username: SilentMelody
Cat Name: Moor
Gender: unlabeled (it/its)
Rank: senior warrior
Clan: Shoreclan
Age: 49 moons

Moor has lost its memories. It doesn't remember what happened to it before Shoreclan or even how it found these cats who live on the beach. Sometimes it'll even lose memories during the day, just simple things like where it was walking to or names of cats who are approaching it. Moor still gets irritated by these small things and wishes it could remember everything.

It's been working hard to regain its memories. Sometimes the work stresses its brain and exhausts its body, but it's determined to remember everything that's happened. Cloverflame, the medicine cat, has been helping it. Although, there are times where he tells it, "You just need time, lad." The words are supposed to be meaningful and encouraging, but Moor just takes it as a challenge to work harder.

The cinnamon-colored cat has been taking herbs given to it by Cloverflame. It's also been meditating by the ocean or by the stream in the forest, given that the "white noise" is supposed to settle its thoughts. Cloverflame is adamant that the memories will simply come back to it.

However, the actions that help it recover the most memories are hunting and fighting. When it's crouched and about to pounce onto a mouse, Moor suddenly remembers when it did that moons ago before it joined the clan. When it's on its hind paws and taking swipes at fellow warriors, it sees flashes of unrecognizable pelts trying to tear it apart. Cloverflame believes that the reason its memories are dissipating is that it's gone through a lot of trauma and the brain is trying to protect itself.

Its quest isn't over yet. In fact, this may even be a life-long journey.

[jpano96]

Username: jpano96
Cat Name: Timber Foot
Gender: Female
Rank: Scout
Clan: hereAge: (1 year or above)
Prompt: wip

[ivyy.]

Username: ivyy.
Cat Name: Crash
Gender: Tom [he/him]
Rank: Merchant
Clan: ☽ Ashen Trail ☾
Age: 70 moons
Prompt: The racing of his heart was something he had gotten used to by now, whenever he went to work with the assasins. Veykari trusted him as if he was her daughter. It was his only option, to win them all over. Their guild needed more numbers to them and he was starving, sickly even. He needed a warm bed, a clean source of water, and the will to see the light of day yet again. No matter how long he had to wait, he would. Crash wouldn't let himself be his own problem, nor his own solution. Every morning he had to remind himself why he was there and even when the red tainted his paws he knew in the end he had no choice besides to lie still and wait for the right moment.

The right moment to speak. The right moment to eat. The right moment to whisper words to the moon. The right moment to pray he would receive the right moment at the right time. It took him forever to realize that the right moment to run away wouldn't find him. He was hopeless like this, waking every morning, killing, and doing it all over again. It had to change. No longer would he taint himself with the wounds of assassin trainees, especially not the ones who were too young to even understand that they were in the process of being brainwashed. He wouldn't risk a hair on his pelt doing somebody elses' dirty work.

His problem all along was the fact he waited.

And by then it was much too late.

[Plaga]

Username:
Cat Name: Flowercrown
Gender: Non binary
Rank: Herbalist
Clan: Signature
Age: 3 years
Prompt:
Flowercrown was a cat who got kicked out of one of the foreign clans because of them being different. They... Just never fitted in. Never thinking and acting at the pace everyone else was at, preferring to just tend of their little herb garden. They were seen as useless and not enough for the greater good, thus they were forced to leave. Currently, they are pretty much new to The New Mooners, still feeling a bit different than everyone and struggling with finding their true place... But they feel a lot more peaceful at heart. Nobody seems to judge their hobbies and softer personality, and it's not required from a herbalist to be feisty and strong. It feels... Amazing for them that they just can do what they love without being ridiculed.

[I Like Bees]

Username: néktar
Cat Name: tangledwisp
Gender: they/them
Rank: elder
Clan: pondclan
Age: 92 moons
Prompt:
a cold glare came from across the camp, fur prickling with unease they tilted their head up slightly. putting their meal on hold, bright yellow eyes glimmering in the evening sun as they scanned the clearing. noting that most of their clanmates were out of camp, the stopped short of the nursery, bi-colored blue and red eyes gazing from within. they stopped dead, their whiskers twitching ever so lightly as their pink tongue passed over their maw, with a huff they got to their paws,

padding over to the den they noticed the little eyes dart away into the darkness. a long pull of air was drawn into their lungs as they stood before the den, a breeze gently blowing the scent of milk and kits towards them. paws kneeled at the sand as nerves coursed through them, making their fur stand on end and their tail lash behind them. knowing full well they were getting worked up over nothing and yet they couldn’t bring themselves to move forward. sealing the large lump in their throat they made their way inside, ears filing back as they nosed their way through the short tunnel of twigs and large leaves. under paw was soft fresh moss that the apprentices and the medicine cats laid down the previous day had been slightly trodden by the queen and kits that residues within.

once past the tunnel they were met with a heart aching sight of wolfkit. the young kit was sitting in the middle of the den, large ears flopped slightly to the side as the two’s eyes met. tangeledwisp had been avoid this interaction for a moon now, their sisters dear kit left alone after she passed on due to green cough. since then night had been taking care of him ever since, he was the spitting image of morningcall. the cords of their heart seemed to strangle their vocal cords as they tried to speak, it came out cracked and strained. “h-hello..” it was a soft hello but a greeting none the less. at this acknowledgment wolfkit ran up to them and snuggled against their legs, tears running down their face. tangledwisp immediately comforted the kit and wrapped their body tightly around him. passing their tongue over his face and head, tears began to fall from their golden eyes, letting their heart grieve finally.

Congrats!

I'd also like to award HMs to SilentMelody, ivyy., and Plaga !

[néktar]

aaa thank you so so much!
could i be added when you have the chance? <<:

[Wretched.Felidae]

This cat has been traded to me <3