Stars V.2 • Catvent

[Plushbunny]

↬ catvent day: nine

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

↬ word count: 000 words
↬ prompt: they found and raised their falcon companion as a kit, before they ever joined the clan.

[faelyn]

↬ catvent day: nine

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

↬ word count: 665 words
↬ prompt: // featuring theo

i am here and you are there.
you were a blood moon, tainted by liquid rose and streaks of scarlet. you embodied the starry frame of orion, aligned so utterly perfectly you became the vigilante of the woods. but i was the sun, its honeysuckle hue corrupted by ink and decay. the sun… who was incandescent with rage everytime i sank into the horizon. my cheeks adorned with a ruddy blush as i cursed your name, a catacylismic sound as you and your midnights ravished the skies.

but while i cursed each nuance of your beautiful name, you longed for our eclipse. yearning had bewitched every champagne twinkle of your eyes and i loathed each time it did.

then, i did not know why, my sweet thalia… but now i think i do.

i did not deserve you.
i did not deserve the lullabies you would croon in my ears-- i wish i told you how beautiful they were, thalia. i would’ve cherished every poetic word like those lotus petals you used to leave in my curls. but i do not. the sound of your voice is haunts me every sleepless night as insomnia ravages my entire being. it is like the stars do not wish for me to rest… a soundless cacophony blooms in my ears. it is an endless bout of mockery that i cannot seem to shake--- like the cinders of the manuscripts you used to read.

i remember the way the sunshine crystallized upon your frame, how it seemed to paint you a shade of daylillies as you drank in every idyllic letter of those manuscripts. the freckles of coffee upon it had made up a constellation of stardust and in that moment, i was envious. i was envious because even your mistakes were alluring. without you even knowing, you created something so beautiful… something i could’ve stared at forever. for a eternity. for a paradise to come.

not like i would ever live a paradise… i am irredemable. don’t forget that.
never forget that.

a incomprehensible rage seized each cursed beat of my heart, creating a kaleidoscope of insanity and hysteria as i cast each moth-eaten paper into the devastating kiss of fire--- fire the color of tiger lilies and bleeding hearts. sometimes, i still feel the ghost of those precious cinders. it suffocates me, coiled around my traitorous neck.
sometimes, i wish it wound just a little bit tighter. so i could feel the ashy bliss and let it consume me whole. i would deserve it after all.

why didn’t you stop me, thalia?
i wish you had stopped me… if you did, i would still have a piece of you.
i wish you would’ve pushed me into the fire and watched me burn. i wish you would’ve seen how each of my inkdrop curls turned a shade of magnificent auburn and how i would be reduced to alabaster bone.

you would’ve done yourself a favour.

but you did not. you did not speak. you did not breathe.
you just turned around and left.

thalia. i swear i looked for you.

i crossed salty seas and mires enthralled with grime and the oozing essence of death. i did not sleep. i did not rest. i looked for you until my eyes turned bloodshot and my flesh shrank into flimsy strands of midnight.
i searched until i saw stars and galaxies and the entirety of the milky way. until i became a madman seeing angels and death itself.
i searched until i found you.
i found you… sprawled upon a wasteland of stardust and utterly heartbreakingly still. i screamed when i saw you. i screamed and screamed and screamed and screamed--- salt upon my cheeks and the loathing i had felt for you oozing out from every pore of my body. i buried my face into your chest laden with liquid rose and said your name over and over.

i thought it would bring you back.
but it did not.

[Vivika]

↬ catvent day: nine

↬ username & id: vivika + 966947
↬ clan archive: azeryn

↬ word count: 648 words
↬ prompt:
strictly professional.

the unspoken agreement between them ever since they’d been bound by oath and code. what once was a passionate promise uttered in the silence between two souls turned nothing more than transactional. my life before yours, you before me, bond before blood and bone. and those words that once roused such stirring and a promise sealed by blood rang hollow. an echo of empty syllables flung into the void, a show for theatrics and tradition. nothing more, nothing less, nothing in between. but nothing ever truly stayed professional.

thing was, he never expected to be the first to breach their agreement.

his steps slipped like a ghost through the medbay. he bristled, trying to smooth the soft curls at the back of his neck, threatening to rise as the white-washed walls greeted him with civil politeness. the cloak over his back fell in loose shimmering drapings, a mantle against the sterile cold creeping in.

take out the obsessive cleanliness, the polished marbled floors and replace the soft hum of incessant beeping machines with the clink of chain, and this would be nothing more than a prison. a prison of white coats and hollow smiles, empty eyes and lost hope.

twin steel doors waited, sealed and imposing, before him.

with a sigh, he pressed a paw against the cool interface, a soft blue light tracing the underside of his paw. he didn’t wait to read the words scrawled across the screen. his voice was low, pressed against the small speaker, providing instructions to the interface. “summon, raphael. tell him its urgent. no, don’t tell him who’s asking for him.”

the twin steel doors opened with a swish.

a slender form slipped from between the space of disinfectant and shadows, firelight eyes darkened with midnight shadows and bruises, the set of his jaw weary. when his gaze focused, raphael tensed, a pivot already in motion.

his shoulder careened into raphael, the blow jolting the other against the steel walls.

on a good day, he would never be able to pull this off. the downsides of being perfectly synced, a perfect match to his sword and his sword to him, weaknesses and strengths all melded together until where one started and the other ended couldn’t be untangled. his weaknesses were raphael’s, his strengths as well. moons of training granted them the easy ebb and flow of a deadly dance, but he had the advantage tonight.

strength, speed, stamina and clear, sharp focus. quick footwork, quick movements. flow with the force of the blow. spin him, disorient him, trap him. as the other struggled, he drew himself close, pinning the other flat against the smooth steel. “you’re a hard one to find. hold on for a moment, won’t you?”

something burned within the set of those eyes. eyes once soft and lit with the dayglow. eyes that all too easily curved to betray a smile and capture even the faintest twinkle. eyes that hid far far too much behind a secret smile. and still hiding. yet with a soft exhale, the sharpness faded into soft shapes and syllables, instantly more amiable and well-meaning.

raphael shrugged, a soft pacifying smile already blooming on his lips. easy charm, easy smile, easy on the eyes, but it didn’t hide the tension etched into his jawline. “i’m a little preoccupied right now, ezekiel. there’s a cure that shows a lot of promise… i should-”

“you said that last time. three days ago.” he returned a short nod. “when’s the last time you slept?”

silence stretched. thin and fragile, thin spiderweb lines of fractures threatening upon the glass between them. and those midnight bruises underneath the other’s eyes only seemed to darken, claws casually sheathing and unsheathing, the set of his jaw clenching ever-so tighter with the promise of a fight.

and already this was going to be a long night. a very long night.

[beeqlass]

↬ catvent day: nine

↬ username & id: beeqlass, 892127
↬ clan archive: sungardens

↬ word count: 511
↬ prompt:




in the bright sun & twinkle of wooden windchimes and the brightness of stained glass, maple sat alone -- the echoes of playful laughter of her vanished siblings haunt her like distant whispers and murmurs. she was the only one of her four siblings whose curiosity led them into the clutches of birds. she replayed the memory over and over --

of how as kits, they once snuck out into the open areas of the camp. they fell onto a ledge below, and were unable to get up - they cried and cried, but they fell to an area not commonly gone to, when the birds came. they picked up maples siblings like nothing, while maple ran and hid in a little squirrels nest hidden in the tree. when rescue finally came, all they found was a very scared little kit, riddled with survivors guilt.

the days seemed endless through her kithood and into her early apprenticeship, as she wrestled with solitude and grief -- the memory of their siblings, their soft fur & shared warm and giggles into the night, lingered like bittersweet chimes. the distant calls of other cats & their own friendships and siblingships felt deafening to her own solitude.

most others during her apprenticeship spent their free time fairly within the communal area or within each others dens, exploring and seeking the camp and learning of warrior skills - whereas maple hid away with the elders, listening to their carried wisdom and their whispered tales of resilience & survival. with each passing moon of maples mid-late apprenticeship, she found herself less so amongst the elders, and rather in the monarchs dens, helping transport herbs when the medicine cats had other duties & watching over the younger kits to give their mothers a chance to rest - the younger generations seeing maple as an older sister.

maples diminished light began to grew as she figured out how to grieve, yet how to balance life: her grief became a vow to her fallen siblings to protect those younger than herself. their memories became a talisman, a source of strength rather than sorrow. she grew to form bonds with her fellow apprentices just before she became a warrior, learning to forge unbreakable bonds - she found other cats whom she considered to be kin, her found family.

the rays of sun seemed to cast brighter amongst their communal area as her name was called and she stepped beside the leader of the clan, and she was given her name - maplelight, for how she shone and stepped out of her dark solitude. she had become a warrior, not only as name, but in the enduring strength that carried her through her apprenticeship.

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in the bright sun & twinkle of wooden windchimes and the brightness of stained glass, maple sat amongst found kins & fellow warrior -- the echoes of playful laughter of her vanished siblings lingered in the rustle of the trees leaves, making song of chime, a reminder that despite the loss she had endured -- that she stood tall as a warrior, surrounded by family & loved ones, she rose from the ashes of her grief.

[kyeza]

↬ catvent day: nine

↬ username & id: galaxyy. 803669
↬ clan archive: <3

↬ word count: 264 words
↬ prompt:


pain. sharp, stinging, incessant pain. throbbing, burning, gnawing, raw, raw, raw. it was all he could feel. in that moment, nothing but the pain mattered. everything was a blur, bleary-eyed and dazed.

forcing his heavy, lidded eyes half-open, he glanced down. red. it was everywhere, staining the grass, soaking into the dirt, matted in his fur. it was so vibrant, so... staggeringly striking, that he barely noticed the real problem.

his leg. it was mangled, twisted in such a blatantly unnatural manner that it hardly seemed to be his own any longer, unrecognizable.

surely... surely that wasn't his. surely his leg was still there, still normal, still functional. surely this was just a nightmare, a cruel and unusual one, sure, but a nightmare nonetheless.

an attempt to move it—to turn it or shift it or raise it or anything, anything at all—scolded him with a harsh no. the pain, shooting up with a vengeance, nearly made him double over, grounding him to reality, to, well, the ground. whether he liked it or not, this was his leg: this mangled piece of flesh and bone, bloodsoaked and matted and unfeeling.

his breath was coming out in huffs, panting, heaving, gasping for air. his lungs burned, his eyes crimson with salt-ridden tears. this... this was it. whether he liked it or not. and now he had to go, go, get up, get out. he needed to move, to run, to hide, before the beast that had mauled him, mutilated his limb, returned with an insatiable hunger and a lust for his blood.

he needed to run.

now.

[faelyn]

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★ Catcafe Day Ten

If your clans’ lore were made into a book, what would the title be?
(thank you for the prompt, ethium!)

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[faelyn]

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[feverrr]

↬ catvent day: ten

↬ username & id: feverrr & 412872
↬ clan archive: cedarclan

↬ word count: n/a
↬ prompt: cedarclan: tales of cats and chaos!!! >:>

[Thani]

↬ catvent day: ten

↬ username & id: Thani 509675
↬ clan archive: Clan clan

↬ word count: n/a
↬ prompt: Territories Converge: 5 Clans Tales.