★ CAC Fanclub V.4 ★

[Katrione]

Hello, everyone! As some of you might know, Discord is discontinuing file hosting by the end of this year. The Tumblr post linked below provides more information about the situation but in short, while images in Discord will still be visible in a Discord server, pasting the URL into an image link on Chicken Smoothie or anywhere else will no longer be a viable method of sharing cats as any Discord links would expire shortly after sharing.

In order to keep the game running with art, CAC staff has decided to change where we host our files. We have tentatively settled on Toyhou.se to store the original files. The reuse channel in our server will remain active but we ask you to use the Toyhou.se link rather than uploading the image directly, as we will be unable to use the image otherwise.

We thank you for your understanding and cooperation!

[chaotic creativity]

WHAT A SHOCKING CAT
username: chaotic creativity
clan cat will go to: the outback runners
"Does this cat have a favorite spooky story? Or are they more interested in the other aspects of Halloween?" (500 word min | 1000 word max):


Having been told the story from a young age, the cat pads up to the flame and stares into it. They can almost see it unfolding in front of them, and their breath falls from their lungs as the words, as familiar to them as their own paw, come from their mouth.

"They say the mountains are haunted, yet so few heed the warning. Cats go missing nearly every moon, wandering into the caves with stalagmites and stalactites that resemble the teeth of a lion. They continue to follow in the steps of Darling, a young molly who did not listen to her parents. Despite their warnings to not enter the cave, her curiosity got the better of her. Gathering all the courage she could muster, she took it step-by-step into the pitch black cavern that welcomed her like the mouth of beast just waiting to consume her. As soon as her tail was beyond the mouth, the ground began to rumble.

"Darling was terrified now, you see. The poor dear trembled as the floor rose to meet the ceiling, sealing her shut inside. Moss began to glow, bioluminescence lighting her path as she dared take another step. It was as if something deep within was calling to her, pulling her deeper and deeper. She was practically in a trance, drifting further and further from the sealed mouth of the cave. The moss dimmed until she could just barely see her own paws. As she reached the far wall, she could see the walls begin to shift. Somehow, the rocks formed a face. Then, the eyes opened.

"'Come closer, my sweet,' the face on the wall crooned, beckoning the young molly forward. With her heart hammering in her throat, Darling crept closer. She was still that curious little kit, no matter how much fear coursed through her body. 'Oh, why don't you come just a bit closer? I've got something trapped in my teeth, you see,' the face murmured, baring sharp teeth as if in effort to show Darling just what was ailing it. 'What are you?' Darling dared to ask, and a low chuckle suddenly filled the room as the face on the wall laughed. 'I am simply a face on the wall, my sweet. Cursed to remain here forever, waiting for little ones like you to discover me and provide some meager entertainment for a night,' it explained, still baring its teeth in the hopes Darling would creep closer.

"And creep closer, she did. As she tried to reach a claw out to scrape the loose stone from the face's jaw, it pulled its lower jaw away. 'Oh, just a little closer. It's quite stuck in there,' it cried plaintively. Despite something stirring in her gut, Darling took one step forward and hooked her entire paw around the loose stone. And just as soon as it came free in her grasp, the jaw snapped shut, and the only sightings of Darling have been images of a small young molly standing in the mouth of a cavern that looks like a mouth alongside the silhouettes of several other cats."

The cat pulled their eyes from the flame, taking a deep breath as the trance of storytelling left them. With a solemn blink, they turned and steadily crept away.

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[Corinnander]

Lavenderheart's Home

In the dead of night, while the moon is tossed across the sky by stormy seas, you happen across the human domain. A cabin, who’s body sags and creaks in the wind. It’s not a place you’d normally go. Humans are tricksters, very dangerous ones sometimes. Despite your misgivings, the trees here sit shallow in the soil, cry out at every gust, and you worry that the whole wood will crash down at once. The cabin is better than nothing.

Inside, a light flickers against the draft. It hangs on anyway. You bristle at the sight of a human. It’s old, you think, for all old animals have fur that turns pale and skin that softens. The human lifts the fire and takes it to a dugout of stones, using a stick to carry some, and the whole stead warms suddenly. Tricksters they are indeed. You keep your belly low and tuck into a dark corner.

“Hello love. Get caught in the storm, did you?” A voice cuts through the howling wind. You jolt and look around but find no one. “Up here.” she mews again, leaning down from her perch on the wooden thing the human must’ve made. You expect a silky-furred housecat, yet find a molly who smells of dirt and bears a coat that ripples over her muscles. She sits in plain sight of the human. “I’m Lavenderheart. You must be wondering why I’m here.”

You nod.

“Humans are tricksters, but they’ve got a soft spot for cats, even us wild ones. If you’re nice, they’re nice too. Funny, innit? Must be miscommunication.” She purred as the old one turned and pat her head. “And I don’t think it makes you a housecat to be friends with a human. I call this one Leaf. She loves leaves. She eats them, too.” Lavenderheart leans forward and whispers, “I think she’s too old to hunt for herself.” She sits back again. “So… why aren't you with your clan or what-have-you, wildcat?”


Info:
• To enter, answer Lavenderheart’s question via the form below! You can add as many details as you want, and have as much return from her of your own ideas on her life as you want.
• Your entry must be at least 1 sentence long.
• Winner will be chosen via random number generator.
• Your clan must have a responded-to starting post to enter.
• Lavenderheart must retain and use the information on her reference as I cannot access it to change anything.
• Geno: LL, LpLp, Xo-, bb, Dd, AA, mcmc, II, Ccb, ww
• Pheno: A chocolate silver classic tabby with short, curly fur, and hazel eyes

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[b]Why aren't you home during this storm, love?[/b] [u][Answer: At least 1 sentence.][/u]

[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Clan Lavenderheart Would Go To:[/b]


This raffle ends tonight at 11:00 pm PST.

[DaisieGames]

Why aren't you home during this storm, love? [Answer: At least 1 sentence.] "I enjoy being out in the rain and listening to the sounds of the storm. And honestly, just walking in the stormy weather somehow calms me."

Username:DaisieGame
Clan Lavenderheart Would Go To BeamClan

[chaotic creativity]

Why aren't you home during this storm, love? "the storm made me lose my way," i respond, glancing out a window and noting the pelting rain and howling wind. "it was too dangerous to wander until i found my way home, so i looked for the first shelter i could find. if you're just friends with a human, do you have your own clan to return to?" i decide to ask, making the most of a scary situation.

Username: chaotic creativity
Clan Lavenderheart Would Go To: chessclan

[meadovv]

Why aren't you home during this storm, love? [Answer: At least 1 sentence.]
(Takes place during Frozenstar's journey to Lichenclan territory)
Frozenspring's tail brushes the wood floor, her fur being tugged on by the damp material. "I've been called to a specific location, and during my venture, I happen to have gotten caught by the weather." She quickly summarizes. After a short introduction, Lavenderheart hums to herself. "That's awfully rotten luck, hm? How long might you've been travelling?" The she-cat's head tilts slightly, Frozenspring still can't help but be a little put off by this strange one who managed to weasel her way into a twoleg nest. "A moon now." The cat looks a tad startled but schools her expression quickly. She stares at her when the conversation has paused with a question clear in her eyes. "Starclan has requested to make a leader out of me." Making a little noise of recognition, she jumps down from the odd structure. "I reckon once the storm's cleared and you're on your way again, our paths might meet again. If your fate will have me, love. It seems like you have a date with destiny to get to." She has somewhat of a smirk in her eyes. Frozenspring decides to sit next to the door until the storm dies out. "Perhaps."

Username: meadovv
Clan Lavenderheart Would Go To: Lichenclan

[eagle,]

Why aren't you home during this storm, love? mammoth puffs out his chest when he answers: "because it's my job to help others who may be lost." still, though he acts confident, there's a slight undertone in his voice that speaks of regret, of longing. how he wishes he could be home in his nest, where his mate s wating for him. responsibility lies heavily on his shoulders. "you look plenty capable to weather a storm, but if these walls aren't so secure, I know that my clan would be happy to provide some protection."

Username: eagle,
Clan Lavenderheart Would Go To: evergreen park

[jazz.]

Why aren't you home during this storm, love? "i feel alive with the thunder crashing all around me, the lightning flashing wildly, and the rain pelting down without caring i'm standing in the open," marlon says, "i feel insignificant yet experience infinity at the same time."

Username: jazz.
Clan Lavenderheart Would Go To: earthfall

[selkirks]

Why aren't you home during this storm, love? [Answer: At least 1 sentence.] i am home. my home is nature and the world around me

Username: selkirks
Clan Lavenderheart Would Go To: squidclan

[Corinnander]

eagle, has won! Thank you everyone for participating!


Lavenderheart smiles, shaking her head. Her purr makes the whole house rumble with the sound. She turns to lick the hand of the human before hopping down towards Mammoth. Her tail sways as she and the old one say goodbye to one another in some manner that's hard to decipher, but clear even to the Clancat.
"Oh, they're secure, but I would like a permanent place to stay. Tell me about it on the way home."