Stars V.2 • Catvent

[faelyn]

↬ catvent day: six

↬ username & id: faelyn #967122
↬ clan archive: faerie

↬ word count: 192 words
↬ prompt: // featuring mr.nothing

i am infatuated by you
you.
with inkdrop dahlias
in your braids
euphoria in your eyes

you are coated
with the rose-gold of pennies
tossed in fountains
with waters
the color of lapis lazuli
for you smell of wishes
cast upon fiery breath
of venus

wishes that go unanswered
unanswered and forgotten

i am infatuated by you
your name is upon my lips
a sickeningly sweet serenade
that tastes of everything
yet nothing at all
because that is what you are
nothing
but you remind me of home just the same

for my home
is a place of sleepless nights
and the tosses and turns
of insomnia

my home
a paradox of deep-set indigos
and panaceas meant to be
it is a void in which i fall

am i still falling?
i think so my darling

my home
made of dreams never dreamed
days never lived
nights never slept

my home
everything
yet nothing at all.

i am enamoured by you
you.
with inkdrop dahlias
in your braids
euphoria in your eyes

you are
my sweet nothing
for to you i can run home

home
my home
everything
yet nothing at all

[Plushbunny]

↬ catvent day: six

↬ username & id: Plushbunny + 858001
↬ clan archive: BlizzardClan

↬ word count: 30 words
↬ prompt: Frostedpine moved to blizzardclan from her twoleg's house in the village, shortly after the clan was founded. she keeps her collar with her as a reminder of her old home.

[allynabean]

↬ catvent day: six

↬ username & id: allynabean #393408
↬ clan archive: moonclan

↬ word count: 76 words
↬ prompt: wanderer


home is not a word wanderer knows well- but they've come to learn what it means to them. to the wanderer, home is the wind beneath their paws, feathers in their fur, a winged friend by their side. home is following where the breeze takes them, and spending the night in a stranger's camp, sharing stories by the fire. home is always with them, in the whispers and howls of wind, whipping through the open air.

[nindroidzane]

↬ catvent day: six

↬ username & id: nindroidzane + 996925
↬ clan archive: frostclan

↬ word count: 83 words
↬ prompt: the clan has been icewing's home longer than her old housefolk's home was at this point, but sometimes she still gets a little homesick. the warmth of a particularly well bedded nest, fire in the distant twoleg village, and the sweater flint had found her - wherever they'd found it, she wasn't actually sure - help to bring her back to a simpler, less cold time. although ever since mothspeckle's been gone, it's been getting harder for anywhere to feel like home, past or present.

[changeling.]

↬ catvent day: six

↬ username & id: honeyfinnz + 756856
↬ clan archive: hsiin

↬ word count: 419 words
↬ prompt:

Out on his a normal midnight walk, Sleeping-sky truly was trying to focus his attention on the gleaming, calming presence of the stars above. He always took a special interest in them and their patterns, tracing constellations as familiar to him as the path his paws took home every day. Normally, it was easy for him to get lost in admiring the lights...

"Dad! Dad, Dad, those ones look like a seal! Is it a seal? Did I get it?"

... but one small girl trailing at his heels made that a bit difficult. Amused, he pauses to address the kid. "Which one?"

"That one there! You see, with that super big star right there, and then the other big one over there. If you connect the small-big ones it looks like a seal,” Ash describes, sitting back on his haunches in order to point out with his paws to the stars he means. Sleeping-sky grins.

“You aren’t far off. That one’s meant to be a whale,” he explains. Ash stares up for a bit, then nods.

“….I suppose that’s acceptable. Why’s there a whale in the sky?”

Sleeping-sky comes closer to Ash, tackling him down with a squeal from both of them before laying down and curling around him. “This one’s a long story.”

“Tell me! Tell me, tell me, tell me!”

He opens his mouth to do just as the girl asked when something strange hits him; an odd memory from when he was much younger. Curling around his younger siblings as the sun set, chattering his ears off between the two of them. He remembers their pleas for him to tell them a fun story of the constellations he’d been studying, and keenly remembers how annoyed he was when their interruptions took over any story he’d been trying to tell them.

“Dad?” He blinks and his daughter is there again, staring at him. He shakes his head to clear his mind.

“Just trying to remember the start!” He assures Ash, who nudges him.

“Hurry up!!”

Sleeping-sky would give the world to see his siblings again, to hear their interruptions again. He can’t help thinking of them every time he tells Ash a story in the moonlight, and for a moment, his heart aches as he thinks of his home.

But he wouldn’t give this time with his daughter for anything, either, and he’s glad he made all those mistakes, if only to be able to meet him now. He’s his home now.

“Well, it started when the great big whale…”

[néktar]

↬ catvent day: six

↬ username & id: néktar + 217991
↬ clan archive: shallowclan

↬ word count: 200
↬ prompt:
looking at the deep blue ocean she if filled with longing, she can still smell the sweet scent of her kit as if he were still snuggling with her in her nest. the waves turned and pulled creating ripples in the ever repeating motion of the sea. she never stays for long always running back and forth. with each push and pull her heart aches more and more, her eyes well up with tears. the feeling of home was gone, long gone and every morning and every night she’d awake and find herself walking towards the sea, as if he would wash ashore like a conch shell, as if the deep blue water were hiding him from her. she hissed, unsheathing her claws to slash at the foaming white shore. though her paws returned to her only dampened by the cold water. she licked her whiskers the salt tasting sweet in her bitterness. she had lost her home and knew it was never returning. mistlebranch spent the rest of her night alone on the shoreline, watching the waves push and pull, longing for her sun to emerge from the foaming water as it whispered sweet nothings to the lonely mother.

[faelyn]

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★ Catcafe Day Seven

Under the tapestry of night, a pair of ebony feathers unfurls against a backdrop
of twinkling jewels and garlands of precious metals. Tiny glass bottle glow with
mysterious elixirs and remedies, while necklaces of shell and seaglass whisper as
they clink, dangling, from an avian’s nest. Yet, other trinkets still, glimmer from
between the wisps of umbra, humming with a strange energy. Calling.

Good news! This travelling magpie is in a generous mood from the holiday season
and offers this kitty anything they'd like from their shiny wares. What trinket
(if any) does this kitty pick + why?

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[ArtMajor]

↬ catvent day: seven

↬ username & id: artmajor 639839
↬ clan archive: elysian fields

↬ word count: 389 words
↬ prompt:

the golden tabby stared at the black and white bird. he was currently hidden behind some fallen debris, resting underneath the log that held the metal up and shielded him from view. his claws dug into the earth as he stared at the bird. "are you-" he coughed, throat dry from a long sleepless night without water. "are you from a sponsor?" he asked, trying to identify some mark of ownership on the bird.

the magpie cawed condescendingly (could birds do that?) and beat its wings several times, tapping at its opened pouch of trinkets. the tabby looked back down at them, his gaze roaming across the trinkets, eyes catching on an oddly familiar heart-shaped necklace. If he didn't know any better, he'd say it came from-

The magpie cawed again, shaking him out of his thoughts. Forcing his gaze away from the necklace, he continued to scan the wares, before he caught sight of an earring, its design dangling on a small chain, a black dagger glinting in the moonlight. it reminded him of his father's jewelry, back in Valor.

he hadn't been allowed to bring anything into the arena, but maybe...this was a sign? hesitantly, he reached out a paw to snag the earring, watching the magpie warily. the bird eyed him, its beady eye glittering. carefully, he hooked the earring with one claw, and drew it towards himself. the bird nodded, and in a flash of movement, regathered its wares and took off, winging into the sky.

he watched it go, until it vanished beyond the treeline, then looked back down at the earring in his claws. bracing himself, he lifted his paw and pushed the hook of the earring through the base of his ear. flicking it a few times to get used to the new weight, and ignoring the sting of pain that accompanied, Cobra took a deep breath, and curled up into a ball. Whether this was a sign he was about to die, and be carried on to wherever Valor went after death (he wasn't too sure about the whole Starbright thing Curan kept preaching), or if it was a good luck charm that would carry him to victory, if no one else was around to receive a gift from the bird, then he was safe to get a bit of rest.

((not entirely christmas themed but the idea got ahold of me and shook me like a ragdoll))

[feather ']

↬ catvent day: seven

↬ username & id: feather ' + 979911
↬ clan archive: xxx

↬ word count: 37 words
↬ prompt: pearprickle: ''uhhhh ew. trinkets are useless. only babies like pomeloprickle need those. but i suppose since i'm so cool,, i'll get her a sculpture of a stick. that should... make up for the mousespeck incident. *cough cough * ''