[néktar]

username: néktar
clan: pondclan

quest #1

quest #2


quest #3

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Clan: Q1: ☽ Ashen Trail ☾
Q2: ≋O≋c≋e≋a≋n≋ ≋C≋l≋a≋n

Quest Number: #1
Response: Rain waddled over to the messy moss and leaf bed where a snoring giant lay, brave or clueless enough to wake it. "Veykari!" She mewed, shoving her mentor with her nose. "Veykari! You forgot to tell me a story! I have to sleep soon, come on!" She whispered loudly, shoving her a couple more times before the older cat groaned and hissed, "I'm trying to sleep! GO to SLEEP." Veykari growled and shoved Rain back several steps but the kitten came right back. "Please?" She mewed stubbornly, unafraid of the dangerous albino she-cat.

Veykari grumbled several words under her breath before rising to her full height, towering over the little black-and-white shape. "You want a story, kid? I'll give you a story, only if you promise to let me sleep." Rain sat patiently, her tail twitching back and forth, showing her eagerness to learn more about her denmate. Rain nodded to her, "Okay! Tell me your story!" Veykari sat and dug her claws angrily into the stone flooring under her paws, growling a few more words to herself before she began her story. Gently, Veykari reached up and pulled her accessory from behind her ear fur, its spikey leaves catching on her white fur as she pulled it down.

"Do you know what this is?" The lethal velvet berries and dark green leaves lay in front of the black-and-white she-kit. "No? Can I eat them?" She stood and sniffed the berries. Before she could take a bite, Veykari batted her away. "No! Eating just one berry would kill even the biggest, strongest cat." She told her. Rain sat back again, and tilted her head slightly, curious as to where this strange story was already headed. A dark shadow crossed the older cats' gaze, shadowing her swirled blue eyes. "When I was little, I was cursed with being a white cat. Where I used to live, it never snowed and so my pelt was awfully useless when hunting, hiding, and fighting." Rain looked at her own pelt, confused as to why white fur was so bad but she didn't speak, afraid that Veykari wouldn't finish her story if she did. As if reading her mind, Veykari answered her questions swiftly, "Since you're mostly black, you can blend in well with the darkness, it's a benefit when tracking enemies. My pelt isn't like yours."

Rain nodded and focused back on her mentor. Veykari seemed to be looking past her as she spoke, "Well, they didn't treat me fairly because of my looks. I always ate last, never was allowed out of camp, and was always told to look after the youngest members of the clan. For moons, it went on like this until I... snapped." A wicked smile crossed her face as she stared intently at the cave walls, remembering the rush of adrenaline she had felt. "I discovered this berry growing in our territory after sneaking out one night. A rabbit had eaten it and lay there when I found the bush, I figured it must've died eating the berry so I took some for myself." Veykari shifted and picked up the berries and its leaf that she placed on the floor. "Apparently, it was the most lethal plant in our territory." Veykari grasped it carefully, ensuring she didn't get any of its juice on her silky paws.

Rain watched in awe as she handled the lethal plant, not understanding the underlying theme of her tall tale. "Well, it's time you go off to sleep, Rain. You've got much to learn." Rain could've sworn there was a look of pride in her mentor's eyes but it disappeared in an instant so she couldn't be sure. "Yes, Veykari." Rain crept across the narrow cave and lay in her nest of feathers and sheep wool, comfortable as she fell into an innocent, dreamless sleep.
"it takes two"
Word Count: 0:42 timer [art] // 641 words

Quest Number: #2
Response: "you've been sending flowers"
Word Count: 0:26 timer [art]

Quest Number: #3
Response: "Sometimes, old wounds don't heal and scars... linger. Tell us about a time one of your cats did/said
something that forever changed their bond/relationship with another."
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[0Zero0]

Username: 0Zero0
Clan: TaillessComet Tsuki no Usahgi

Quest Number: 1 Tell us about the oldest cat in your clan! Do they any wild stories/adventures to tell,
memorable accomplishments, an intricate history or perhaps something else?
Response:

LittleStripe

LittleStripe is probably the oldest cat in the clan, and has trained many of the younger cats. They have retired a long time ago, but still shares advice, stories, and many other gossips that are going around the clan. They are your typical elder of all sorts, and are very loving and welcoming of all members no matter the age, gender, or even species when it comes to some of the non cat members of the clan. When they were young, they were known for being so loving that no one was considered a stranger, and everyone was trusted to the tip of their tail. It's amazing they have no scars, or have been taken advantage of. Perhaps the truth is they don't know of any situation where anything like that could have happened to them.

They have recalled many situations that were wild to them, but perhaps one in particular that they would be willing to share for humorous reasons was when a tom fancied them. The truth at the time, and forever towards the future, Little wasn't interested in others romantically or otherwise. This however didn't stop a tom from attempting to court them anyway. Bringing them flowers, showing them romantic scenery, and even trying to share food. One of the big problems at the time was that Little was unaware of these gestures as being the way they were. They were very oblivious to the world around them, and their kindness kept them from telling the young chap no. Either way, the other Dragon wouldn't stop the venture of love.

One afternoon, the dragon to their platoon pulled little to the side with a fairly cautioned tone. Waving their paw towards the brush in hushed tones, the older cat whispered to the dragon. "What you even playing at?" It was a molly who was older then them, and unbeknownst to them, wanted the attention of the young tom. "You have had so many chances and you just keep blowing him off."

The confused non-binary just stared openly. Who was this cat even talking about? The only other one in the group was the tom. So they assumed him, but then it still made no sense to them. "I..." Couldn't come up with a response. It was that simple. "What?"

"You know, it's been moons and you still haven't snogged him."

Kiss him? That would never cross their mind. Wait, that's what the molly thought? That they were... a couple? This baffled them so much they busted out laughing. In that instant, with no harm intended Little turned to the male cat and mentioned softly "She thinks I'd smooch you!" And continued the humor. They were very young.

The tom was clearly hurt, so the rest of the patrol went on silently. Realizing this, Little made quick amends when they returned to camp. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize you felt that way." They did everything they could to fix there friendship, but it was a very hard thing to do. The boy would hardly even look her direction the poor feline was to embarrassed. Little wanted so badly to fix things between them. They tried to explain things, tried to apologize in several ways, but in truth knew only time would fix things.

An idea struck them. They had been patrolling a lot with the other female, and learned a lot about the things that she had enjoyed. Taught her a few tricks on hunting, swimming, and even climbing that she never knew before despite being older then Little. The two of them had so much in common, if only they would have the courage to meet.

Little set up a romantic scenery, with a little help from a few of the elders who used to have lovers themselves. Fireflies, lakeview, flowers, and a grassy patch hidden away from the rest of the world. How to get them there? He lured them with the hopes of a favorite treat, in which she would catch herself. What more romantic then a shared food that you both enjoy? Told them that they left something for them in that area, and hid in the bushes to see if it would work. It did! the two seemingly fell for each other, and happiness sprang in her friends step like no other. From there, despite being super a-sexual, Little became the romance adviser of their generation, and had even been responsible for helping a few families raise some kits.
Word Count: 746 words

Quest Number: 2 Draw something about a fun hobby one of your cats has!
Response:

Quest Number: 3 Sometimes, old wounds don't heal and scars... linger. Tell us about a time one of your cats did/said
something that forever changed their bond/relationship with another.

Response: Marmalade

His heart had sunk greatly. The river was much to wide to cross, on top of that the pressure and speed was beyond dangerous. Tumbling fierce roars, and debris swept so fast it was all a blur. Shrubbery clung for their lives at the edges dancing ferociously as rattling shiver through the branches. All the poor orange kit could do was stare longingly at the other side. The other felines were also fearful of this monster. Its wrath could not be tamed and it seemed to put death grips on all that stood in its presence. In the crowd a tall fearsome character pushed through the crowd, her fur seemingly as wild as the wind, and her steely gaze glancing upon each and every one of the younger cats.

The molly glanced lightly at the danger in front of them as many tree branches seemingly blew over the group. It was clearly unsafe to be out and about. "They rely on us to overcome the impossible, to save them when they are weak, to fight when we will lose." She glanced softly amongst all the cats before her. "Are you willing to give your lives to them?"

It was so stoic. The air so stiff it choked them all, though silence wasn't with them. The harsh wind threatened to push the young cats into the death trap before them, and many clung tightly to the ground with their claws in hopes to survive. Marmalade was much bigger then the others. Not because he was older, just lucky really, so the wind didn't bother him as much. It was still frightening, more so do to the flying rocks and other hard objects that could knock him unconscious. Marmalade took a moment expecting the wise older cat to say something to them all. Something like 'cowards' or an order to make them hunt in such awful weather. Nothing.

Marmalade decided to turn and watch the storm swirl in the water, the thought of a dragon feircly screeching came to his mind. Surely he would die if he attempted to swim in such terror. The dragon would swoop up and claim him in an instant, yet something told him that the instructor wanted him to jump in. Surely not though? Nothing was happening with them just standing all their, he had to do something. Padding around slightly he searched the area, the others seemed to sort of follow his lead, padding away from the dangers.

It was really the only thing he could think of. "Miss." He turned. "Do you expect something from us?" It was a different cat in the group. A small cat who was known for intelligence rather then valor.

"I don't know. Do I?" She taunted. Her voice was sarcastic almost. "I have given you all the info you need, it is up to you to extrapolate the data." The small kitten grimaced and sat in defeat.

Many times in the past this river was talked about by the teachers. It's symbolism to the royal family and how it was used to hold several events and holidays. It was described to always seemingly have a loud growl and fearful speed, but none of the royal family looked like much of swimmers. It occurred to Marmalade that she wanted them to protect them from the river at first, so he patrolled it widely, but that didn't seem to gain a response. It seemed there was only one way to pass this test. He jumped.

Yowls all erupted from the crew of cats, but all he could see was black, blue, white, and grey. water, and gunk filled his face to the point where he couldn't smell or see anything. Surely this was death brought on by stupidity. He pushed himself doing his best to pull himself to the top of it and finding a thick branch to cling onto. Under and over he found himself seeing every so often. He could see the others trying to help without getting to close, but to no avail. Were they all going to see him drown? He pulled himself forward, and swam to the other side, pulling himself up using the foliage that dipped partially into the water. He survived. Heaving he lied in the grass telling himself what a stupid thing he did.

"There is always one."

Marmalade didn't know it, but he was left behind by the entire group. There was no bridge a crossed that river, and no one told him if he did the right thing. He supposed not, as the drenched fur and tight lungs definitely didn't feel like a victory. This moment gave him both a physical, and a social scar that all seem to believe. Visually its a line a crossed his leg, a limp sometimes that shows as he walks, but socially it puts fear in everyone that sees him. The one who fought the river dragon.

Little did he realize that others have jumped in that river in the past, but all have failed to get out on there own. Usually a knight who had special training to survive the rapids would save the squire before anything to bad happened. He made quite the name for himself that day, but lost the ability to make friends very easily.

Word Count: 884 words

[literal.swag.]

weeee hopefully im finally able to do them 😭
QUEST #1
Tell us about the oldest cat in your clan! Do they any wild stories/adventures to tell,
memorable accomplishments, an intricate history or perhaps something else?

[ x words ] (maybe art)

QUEST #2
Draw something about a fun hobby one of your cats has!

bleep

QUEST #3
Sometimes, old wounds don't heal and scars... linger. Tell us about a time one of your cats did/said
something that forever changed their bond/relationship with another.

[ x words ]

[coffee.berry]

Username: coffee.berry
Clan: Peaceclan

Quest Number: #1
Response:

Silverstar is by far the oldest and wisest cat in Peaceclan, and she's also the Commander!
She has some pretty incredible stories to tell, but the one that she loves to tell (and most
cats love to hear) is a story she has named The Sunset Miracle.

When Silverstar left her kittypet home, she almost regretted it and went back once she'd
entered the forest - but there was one thing stopping her. The beautiful sunset, mostly
hidden by the crowd of pine trees all around her house.

Silverstar longed to see more of this beautiful phenomenon, so she quickly jumped onto a
low tree, then repeating the process on a tree that was a bit taller, and so on, until she
was far from home and felt as if the sunset was a wall right in front of her nose.

The red, orange, yellow and pink colours clashed so gorgeously with each other, creating a
perfect gradient. Silverstar was left with her mouth open. All of a sudden, she saw a white
light falling onto a mountain.

It took her two days, but she got to that mountain. A rock about the size of Silverstar's
head in the present lay in front of her (a 'shooting star'). This was why Silverstar called
the story The Sunset Miracle - the sunset led her to Peaceclan camp.

Word Count: 224 words

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Quest Number: #3
Response:

Hazelpelt walked through clan camp, looking for Oakspeck. Today was the day she'd
tell him.. and she was extremely excited and cheery (something she usually never
appeared to be in front of Oakspeck), because she was sure he felt the same way.

She knew him for quite a while, and even though they seemed like enemies, they
were practically best friends who loved to fake being rude to each other. Hazelpelt
had stopped being so harsh with Oakspeck when she started to have feelings for
him, and Oakspeck had stopped acting arrogant around Hazelpelt.

Finally, Hazelpelt spotted Oakspeck. But he was talking with a new recruit the clan
had taken on, Wheatgaze.. and he was holding out flowers to her. Hazelpelt felt
a pang of fury, hot tears streaming down her face.

She was going to confront them. But Oakspeck couldn't see her like this, she had to
hide the feeling of loneliness from him. She raised her paw to her face, trying to
wipe her eyes, and after a minute or two, she succeeded.

She waltzed over to Oakspeck and Wheatgaze, and heard Wheatgaze tell Oakspeck
"..yes, great idea!". So they were mates now, weren't they? Did Oakspeck even
know how his idea would affect her?

Oakspeck's eyes widened as he saw Hazelpelt's furious expression. "What's wrong,
Hazelpelt?" he asked, concerned. Hazelpelt gathered all the confidence she could
muster and spoke. "You're wrong, Oakspeck, and so is Wheatgaze! What're you
doing, asking her to be your mate? You've only known each other for a moon!"

Silence captivated the three cats, when Wheatgaze broke the silence by chuckling
very loudly. "You thought.. me and Oakspeck?! Really?!" she nearly fell over from
laughter. Hazelpelt's eyes narrowed.

"Trying to cover up, are you?" Hazelpelt growled. "I've seen how you look at him.
Don't play dumb with me! And if you aren't mates, you probably wish you were!"

"Hazelpelt, she's telling the truth." Oakspeck grinned sheepishly. "I.. I got these
flowers for you, because I, uh, wanted to ask if you'd like to be my mate. Your
new 'enemy' was telling me that I shouldn't be scared & it's a great idea."

Wheatgaze nodded, and all of a sudden Hazelpelt felt warmth surge into her cheeks,
and started to grin. "You mean.. you actually want to be my mate?! Why didn't you
just say so when we went stargazing?!" Hazelpelt nudged him.

He blushed. "It wasn't the right time! Wait, back up a bit.. does this mean you want
to be my mate?" Hazelpelt nodded eagerly, totally ignoring Wheatgaze tapping her on
the shoulder with her tail.

Wheatgaze tapped Hazelpelt harder. "Alright, I'm sorry for getting mad at you.. but I
still don't forgive you for tapping me so forcefully just now or laughing at me."

"I can live with that." Wheatgaze said, and left Oakspeck and Hazelpelt to talk alone.

Word Count: 478 words

[Wretched.Felidae]

Username: Wretched.Felidae
Clan: Zenith

QUEST 1
Tell us about the oldest cat in your clan! Do they any wild stories/adventures to tell,
memorable accomplishments, an intricate history or perhaps something else?
You may write and/or draw your response to this prompt.
“The oldest cat, huh” Wolf’Kissed echoed back to Hana, a but curious why of all the questions she could ask, it was this one. “We don’t have many old souls around Zenith.” He took a moment of silence as he trailed in thought, “I’d have to say it’s Trout’Splash. He’s about twice my age and still going strong, he has definitely earned his place among the ancients when he is ready. Even Dead’Eye doesn’t dare look at him the wrong way!” He chuckled in throught as his Iarl was very quick to spread his bad mood to others. To keep himself from going off topic, he rounded back to the second half of the question. “I was pretty young, before I was found and brought into Zenith.” He hummed. “I had been knocked onto the ice, a pretty young adult wolf had followed me onto it and was sliding right at me. It managed to get a few good slashes in- next thing I recall is a big insulated grey belly above me. Trout’Splash had knocked the canine prone by going for the weak spot, the eyes and nose. He likely saved my life that day, that is why I will forever make sure he is comfortable and has a place to stay in Zenith..” Wolf’Star nodded. “He brought me into Zenith and it all began there. It was just starting out too, no more than six cats following Lost’Star.” He nodded. “I apologize for the lack of detail, but I’m sure you can understand such fuzzy-ness at a young age with all the adreline pumping through your small body.”
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QUEST 3
Thistle’Claw approaches, keeping a calm demeanor as she prepares to explain in depth each tale behind each scar. Physical ones? Sure she was riddled with those, but behind each of those was always a conversation prior.
She mumbled a little as she started to think of a beginning point. “When I was a drang, Storm’Breaker and I had snuck out during a meeting back when Lost’Star was still around. We went on our first solo hunt at night before really being.. ready.” She snickered as the memories flowed up to her frontal lobe. How her and her friend had spent multiple failed attempts at getting even the easy game. “When we got back by dawn, we thought we were so slick and everyone was still asleep.” Her tassel twitched as she nearly braced at her next words. “Lost’Star had met us right at the entrance, almost like he was expecting us. Both of our mentors sitting behind him. All six eyes glaring down at us felt like we were being judged by the dark forest itself. Storm’Breaker had lied and blamed me for putting the idea in his head and forced him to go.” She exhaled deeply. “Lost’Star gave me this.” She pointed up to the old, gnarly scar of seven lines that began at her upper right muzzle and trailed down to her shoulder. “He had stricken me twice that night. Once for having such a rebellious idea, and once for forcing Storm’Breaker to go with me.” He gaze shifted to the right, she focused on the wind traveling through her fur as an anchor to calm down. She disliked bringing up some of Lost’Star’s methods, but she wasn’t going to deny Hana of her curiosity.

[287 Words]

[unohdettu.lupaus]

Username: Unohdettu.Lupaus
Clan:shattered eclipse

Quest Number: #1
Response:

Most of the clan's cats are actually pretty young but The oldest is its Crown queen Misha

Misha has many stories to tell everyone who wants to hear them But it seems that most of the cats love one story in specifically and that's the one she will be telling a shortened version of today

“This story is from the time when I had just begun my leadership journey..” Misha paused to look at everyone who was listening.

“I had just met Dawn a month ago and we were building the camp with Her, Kettu and Duskshadow; others were hunting at that time.it was a sunny day and
Everything was normal until it was not. It started raining so suddenly we didn't even have time to go inside to our den.. as we were trotting towards the den which was away from the camp at that time, Dawn noticed something strange about our den.. there was something orange and fluffy in there though it was small.. When she mentioned that and I went to check what it was, I saw that there were two fox kits in our den.. there was no scent of their mother nor any track about her either and we were getting soaked by the rain.
Duskshadow and Kettu offered to take the fox kits elsewhere but I knew that if the fox kits got wet they had a chance to get sick, i didn't know what to do, i knew that foxes were not kind to most cats but i couldn't help but feel bad for the small kits so i decided we would let them stay as the den was big enough for all of us”
misha took a deep breath before continuing the story

“i knew there was a chance the fox kits mother would try to attack us but they are a part of nature too, so we kept the kits warm and waited for the rain to stop.. it took a while but the rain eventually stopped, the others who had been hunting had came back with some prey which we shared with each other..and then we waited,waited and waited and it seemed like the fox kits mother wouldn't come back and we were losing hope but then something moved in the bushes in front of us.. it was the fox.. she was ready to attack us at first before she noticed her kits were sleeping next to us unharmed, even though we do not understand foxes language her eyes told us everything we needed to know as she took her kits and walked away all of us had a sigh of relief not only because we weren't attacked but because the fox kits were safe…” misha said with a smile as she thought of the mother fox who had visited the clan a few times and brought some prey each time as gift “that's the end of the story.. i hope you all liked listening to it” she said as she looked at the listeners of the story

Word Count: 508

[Plaga]

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅
Username: Plaga
Clan: тнє ηєω мσση вяιηgєяѕ
Quest Number: #1
Response:



Quite an old cat, if not even the oldest in the arrays of The New Moon Bringers is Cowbane. It has many more names it is called in, but despite its very important rank as a founder and the Highest Commander, it doesn’t treat itself as someone of higher importance than any other Bringer as much as many could expect. It is feared and misunderstood in the perspective of the other clans being terrified of the cult that rapidly grows and grows in strength and broadness of influence, but in fact - Cowbane is really laid back and refuses to claim titles if it didn’t do anything itself considers a big achievement. Calling it by anyone of lower rank just by “Cowbane” won’t offend it at all. It always seems really… calm, just enjoying the presence of other cats and their other animal companions. Being left alone for the most part of its life, the Founder has learnt to rely on itself and to appreciate every bit of attention given to it. That’s also the reason why is it considered a good leader - not the age is the factor that makes it obeyed but the (usually) stoic aura and that it doesn’t think only about its problems and concerns, always willing to hear out others’ ideas and concerns, anything to make the cult better for its members and keep it growing. Definitely, Cowbane is less strict than some of the Generals despite that it definitely could use its position for some sinister means. Secretly, Plume of the Ashes, one of Highest Generals considers Cowbane going a bit too easy on certain things and not pushing enough discipline on its cult, but even he is not blunt enough to make others think he is not loyal in such a way and considers this too out of place to say out loud.

─•~❉᯽❉~•─

What makes Cowbane an interesting person though? Why do other clans fear it so much they got paranoid even at the very start Bringers started to rise their cult? Good question. In fact, it’s not a coincidence at all. Cowbane is no random rogue who brought other rogues to the territories of New Moon woods, nor anyone else of the foreign descent. It is… a child of two clan cats, but not of the same one. That was also the reason why isn’t it now a clan cat too. The issue that made them being abandoned was the fact of being a fruit of the love of two regimes too different to agree upon keeping the kit under their roofs, and the long-lasting prophecy was clear for thousands if not more of years - from the very beginning of when first cats came to make those lands their homes, it was said their gods will never let them cross lines with cults and cultures foreign to them. Any cat breaking this unwritten but really well known rule, is believed to suffer a painful and miserable afterlife of eternal suffering and of course, such cats would have been heavily punished by the clan mates as well. Gods there definitely weren’t soft and considerate about their mortal followers, considering them merely toys in their hands who should be grateful for getting blessings from time to time and granting them a perspective of afterlife. Nobody even expects a better treatment. They were there since their nation was born and the gods were just a part of it, guiding their ancestors from the harshest times so they could even exist to this point. They just had… their own business more important than their cats though, not having enough time nor motivation to even care about them more than they do now.
Getting back to Cowbane’s topic though, it was them… who was put in that situation as the fruit of the love of such “traitors” of their code. Its beautiful and mysterious red eyes betray the secret it bears - those being the sign of noble class within clan cats and in fact, are an albinism limited to the area of the face around the eyes. Who knows, maybe it would be an aristocrat now, bearing a high rank if not the prophecy it would never be loyal to anyone or anything, due to it being split between two strange nations. It would ruin the everlasting peace and harmony and bring shame and curse for their parents and finally, whole clans making them meant for sure demise. As long as at least one cat of this blood exists, their gods will make it sure for them to go extinct sooner or later and perhaps start a new cult for worshippers possibly of better use and more loyal to them. Fearing the punishment and seeing their fate as doomed already, Cowbane’s mother decided to spare it and herself even more suffering during their stay in the realms of the alive and abandoned it instead of bringing among her clan mates, who probably wouldn’t be very “gentle” with her child. Of course, she didn’t fully “love” it, but her basic common sense, motherly instincts and mercy didn’t let her simply take its life away from it or leave behind on random place. Instead, she decided to leave it near a two legs’ dens, near the farm.
As expected, people decided to use the kitten along with other animals. Having no cats, mice could be a struggle at times, so why not?
Cowbane was adopted by a mother goat raising her first and probably last litter, and decided to share her milk with Cowbane as well. Tansy, its brother, didn’t mind having a sibling, being the only child and Hortensia’s heart was warmed by the innocence and vulnerability of kit. Who would help it if not her?
Cowbane adapted well to the goat pen, which surprised even the human keepers. Of course, they knew it drinks the milk from the mother goat and seems to get along with Tansy too, but after the kitten has grown up, they attempted to feed it with meat. Instinctively, it grasped on it just to taste how it is but… it didn’t seem that natural doing so. Why did not any of the adult goats eat mice too? Why does Tansy, despite his age eating only the usual flowers, grass and vegetables? Why do not the two legs feed it just like any other of the goats?


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That was the moment when Cowbane developed the feeling that it is in fact, a… goatling. Despite not growing any horns when its brother got his first poking out of his fur, it got a completely flat head. Hortensie had no heart to break it to it, feeling that revealing the truth of its specie will also weaken their love and family bonds, thus she attempted to approach it as gently as she could. Cowbane, though, seemed not to take the hints or just denied them from the up to not even have a single thought of it being more different than it is. No “cat” thing is their true family but the goats are! Whatever the cats are, they definitely aren’t that close to it. The poor thing suffered from a lot of alienation at that point, other goats seeing it as a weirdo or mentally ill. They denied its goat-ness in every way possible, but the closest foster family remained supportive to their last days. Cowbane really appreciates that and doesn’t blame them for not being able to protect it from all the mean things it has heard but… yes, it sees how the lack of horns and hooves could be definitely a non standard goat image there. It knows it doesn’t have to prove anything to itself now, but finding who you truly are, at the heart takes a lot of time or pain to go through. At least it wants to believe so. It should focus on those who care about it and not let the world in when it tries to make it worse for it.

The happiness of Cowbane couldn’t last forever though and the method it picked couldn’t last forever. Growing up, Tansy was no longer needed in the pen, humans considering it unnecessary for an extra buck goat to be there and the older mother having to face the final end she could never escape or avoid. She had the luck to pass peacefully, having it due to a age more than anything and Cowbane cuddling to her side trying to comfort her the best it could. Its eyes were never flooded with that much of tears of grief and desperation, it trying to convince the fate that it’s too early but the poor cat-goat’s plies seemed to be not cared about by anyone. The universe, the gods or anyone else. Why couldn’t Tansy be there, at their sides and could never know what even happened to his mother? Cowbane tried to at least believe it at least knows she’s there with it, whispering sweet nothings to her ear. For her memory, it decided to wear a goat head ornament, finally having the “horns” themselves. If the fate couldn’t grant it a Happy End TM nor even the tiniest, weakest horns in the world, it’ll make themselves its own ones. After paying its last respects and bracing up, it left the farm forever, to never be seen again on it. Nothing held it there anymore, not even the presence of the goats. It should find its new one. But where? It doubted there’s any other goat pen anywhere, where they could accept it as they were, now “having” its horns. Would they mind the lack of hooves? It went almost insane isolating their thoughts and keeping them to itself. It guessed it has to learn to hunt better if there won’t be any normal goat food… but nobody taught it so. Two legs just believed it’ll get over it naturally but it wasn’t the best, it went on the bare non-goat instincts it had and it just… went somehow. Why did it have to be that complicated…

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Having no knowledge of clan rules, political situation in the other cats’ realms and no idea of the beliefs of those, Cowbane picked The New Moon woods as the place it’ll stay in for longer. It offered the perfect lack of light that would not irritate its delicate, unprotected by almost any pigment eyes and seemed like a very calm place in general. What it had no idea of was that though, that… the woods were a place of cult for the clan cats, where they offered scapegoats and other offerings for the gods of fate. Being either just lucky or its nature leaving it a good feeling about avoiding clan ones, it got never spotted from very close distance and seeing a silhouette behind thick layers of fog made them only believe that it must be some evil spirit wandering around more than an actual living cat- or a goat of course.

Once, it finally found one to share company with, breaking the long chain of loneliness that a bit older Bane faced for the most of its life. Nobody expected it to ever happen, including it itself, but a spark of good fortune finally got to it.
Once, it found a wounded snake in the forest, something telling it to help him. His name apparently was Darcus, and despite Cowbane having a basic knowledge around herbs Hortensia teached it once, its skill couldn't compare to clan medics. Darcus could never return to the physical capability he once had, in result being forced to stay with Cowbane and being carried around by it, it also helping him with the hunting. Not that he minded a lot though, Cowbane was basically the reason he still lived. He could never just move on his own and hunt again. Also, even though the cat-goat’s company could be weird at times and Cowbane easily wandered into its delusions, Darcus had no heart to dispute and prove it "wrong". He was also way too thankful of the help of its to ever get into serious quarrels with it, and it never was ill-tempered in its nature either, always avoiding bigger conflicts.

They've grown attached and inseparable and didn’t care for the clans, staying away from messing with them at all. The clan cats never had the occasion to see them from the close range, but being really dedicated to the gods and superstitious, seeing a weird silhouette in the New Moon woods they believed to be full of bad spirits - raised gossips that indeed, Cowbane and Darcus is- or are, a chimera. They stopped even coming there to pray to the gods to grant them better luck and they kept to offer their sacrifices right on the borders to just not angry the “Chimera” more. It only granted them even more calmness and let them stay away from being chased away from their home, almost making it their own territory. Even though they've strayed from their previous clan, as soon as more loners unaware of the "Chimera" being there traveled to the New Moon woods seeking a place to stay, decision was clear — it was time to create their new group, new culture, new traditions. Cowbane was always meant to be someone who could change fate of clans, and now, despite not destroying them from inside like its parents predicted - it was clear that mood between clan cats are soon to be tense when a new, strong and full of ambition nation of young, strong cats forms under their noses.
Soon to be as strong as their clans are, and maybe even more.

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Nowadays, Cowbane as mentioned before, is the Highest Commander and Founder of the New Moon Bringers, a cult turning upside down all the limited clan norms and living its own life and new culture. It still doesn't really use its power fully nor comprehend how it even got that far and simply is happy about no longer living alone and relying only on itself. It's a good leader but sometimes get unstable and because of it, other clans get even more hostike towards the newfound group.

Ironically, Cowbane was also the literal embodiment of what they considered both to be sacred and cursed, just like the mythical chimera was in their culture, just like it was some sneer from the gods of fate. The sacred, classical offering of a scapegoat and the cunning snake full of poison ready to just plunge into veins to spread itself — put into one being. However in reality Darcus was far from mean, being the only thing keeping his companion from going really mad, and Cowbane didn’t even know what a Chimera was, as it never got to know the depths of clan religion.
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Quest Number: #3
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Quest Number: #2
Response:

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[Goatmom]

QUEST #1
Tell us about the oldest cat in your clan! Do they any wild stories/adventures to tell,
memorable accomplishments, an intricate history or perhaps something else?
You may write and/or draw your response to this prompt.


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Cinnamonspark walked back into Grove Clan's camp, dropping a plump squirrel into the fresh kill pile before turning to head to his favorite sunny spot.

He was quickly interrupted however by a rowdy tumble of kits colliding with one of his hind legs. " Hey! Watch it !" He hisses, though more playfully than in actual anger.

Nettlekit, Sparkkit, and Acornkit quickly scrambled from their pile underneath him, nocking the mossball they had been chasing to the side.

"Sorry Cinnamonspark!" Acornkit quickly apologized.

" Yeah, we were playing moss ball and didn't see you." Nettlekit added shifting on his paws as he looks up at the senior Warrior.

"That's alright kits will be kits. Gotta enjoy it while it lasts. After all two more moons and you'll all be to busy training to play with moss." He purrs down at the three youngsters.

"So... you're not mad at us?" Sparkkit asked hesitantly.

"Ha ha, no. In fact I got up to far more antics when I was a kit than bumping into warriors." The older tom laughed.

" Really? What kind of an- anti- ...what kind of trouble?!" Acornkit asked struggling slightly with her words.

" Well I'll tell you but you three need to pick something from the freskkill pile for us to share while I tell you." He answered. Honesty he had planned to save the story telling for his elder days but he was already many moons older than any cat in the clan so why not. He made his way over to a sunny patch of moss under one of the many old oak trees at the edge of camp and as he did the three kits picked out a nice pigeon from the pile and worked together to bring it over.


Once they were all settled he began his tale. " Now this was back before the great storm, back when Cedar Clan was still around. I was a little older than yall are now, probably about 4 moons old." He paused to help pluck a few feathers from the bird so the kits could eat.

" I was the only kit in the nursery at the time and was often left to my own devices. So on one nice new leaf morning I overheard a few of the Warriors discussing a fox sented on the territory. Of course I thought going out to find the fox was a wonderful idea and that if I found it and told the Warriors I'd be made an apprentice early." He old cat chuckled at his own foolishness.

" Did you actually try to find it?" Sparkkit asked with wide eyes.

" OH yes. I tried. I snuck out of camp through a gap in the brambles and took off into the territory all alone. Only there were two problems." He replied.

"What were they ?" Nettlekit prompted around a mouthful of pigeon.

"Well I had never been out of Cedar Clan camp before so I didn't know where I was going. " He paused and the kits nodded. " and I had never smelled a fox before let alone seen one. So I wandered around getting completely lost and around sunhigh i had all but given up ever finding my way back to camp. That's when I smelled the worst smell I'd ever smelled before. "

He had the kits whole attention now.

" I froze, then slowly turned around to see a fox creeping out of the under growth. I only had time to scream before a blur of grey and brown blew past me towards the fox. It was Stonetuft and Briarleap to recently made Warriors. They fought the fox long enough for the rest of their patrol to catch up and drive it away. Apparently my mother, Palewhisker, had noticed I was missing and several patrols were sent to look for me." He looked down at the kits with a stern expression. " That day I put myself and my clanmates in danger. Ever since I have tried to be the best Warrior I can be to make up for it. I hope you kits don't make my mistake ."

"Yes Cinnamonspark " the kits chorus.

"Good. Now that's enough story's for now. Maybe when your a bit older I'll tell you about the Great Storm and Grove Clan's journey home. Run along kits." He then turned and began grooming his fur and enjoying the warm sunlight.





QUEST #2
Draw something about a fun hobby one of your cats has!
You may only draw your response to this prompt.

[WinglessSeraph]

Username: WinglessSeraph
Clan: The ShatteredEchoes

Quest Number: 3
Response:
The sun sparkled through the dark clouds that began to roll in, small droplets falling from the sky indicated the storm that was about the befall the land. The sound of footsteps were drowned out by rumbling in the distance as Bearfrost stepped through the forest. He mumbled angrily to himself, stopping himself as he reached the river that lead to his home.

The tom had become a worker only a few sunrises ago and his new rank had just been overshadowed by the new kits that had just joined his family. Seeing his mother coo over his new siblings upset him and he turned to the forest, not knowing that his sister was following after him.

"Bearfrost?" Vixencloud's voice called out to the brown tom, who turned over his shoulder to stare at the mottled she-cat as she bounded over. "What's wrong? Why aren't you coming to see our new siblings?" Bearfrost growled, causing Vixencloud to step back slightly.

"What do you mean our?" he snarled in response. "Those are your siblings." Vixencloud scoffed, her fur fluffing in offense. "You and I were both raised by her, we're both siblings to the new kits," she meowed as she stepped forward. Bearfrost stepped back in response, baring his teeth.

"At least you were wanted," the tom hissed, his legs shaking with anger. "We wouldn't even be related if I hadn't been abandoned in the first place." Vixencloud's expression softened. "Do you really think like that?" Her voice was quiet and sad. "Rainheart took you in because she knew you deserved the love of a family and provided you with everything you could have ever wanted or needed."

The two stood in silence for a moment, unsure what to say. The rain began soon after, slowly drenching the two cats before Bearfrost spoke up. "I'm going to find my real family," he meowed to Vixencloud's horror. "Bear, you can't be serious!" the tortoiseshell began to cry, stepping towards her brother. The tom stepped back before turning and walking along the river, leaving his sister to cry out for him.

Vixencloud watched as Bearfrost bolted into the brush, disappearing in the greenery that covered the forest floor. She shrieked out his name until her voice gave out, being able to only sob beside the river. The faint call of her name was the only thing that pulled Vixencloud out of the dark cloud that now filled her mind. Weaselchirp pushed out of the brush, quickly joining his daughter once he realized she had been crying.

The young she-cat followed her father back to camp, fumbling in her head how to explain to her family what had occurred. The two slipped into the nursery as both Weaselchirp and Rainheart comforted their daughter. When Vixencloud finally told them what happened, her mother wept so loudly that it brought the attention of the clan. Weaselchirp discussed the possibility of a search party with Risingsky and Quiethowl, while Hawkflare and Smallcry tried to sooth their sorrowful sister.

Vixencloud felt numb. Today was supposed to be a happy day, a day to celebrate the birth of her new siblings. Instead, she grieved for her lost brother and the pain that he caused their family.

Word Count: 537 words