Stars V.2 • Catvent

[canadianhowl]

↬ catvent day: twelve

↬ username & id: canadianhowl + 523964
↬ clan archive: galactic skies

↬ word count: 79 words
↬ prompt: He knew that smirk. Windwhisper grunted in frustration upon seeing his mate bounce happily on over. “And what do you want this time?”

Firestrike just snickered and tried to hold back laughter. “No no I just have a question okay! So- here listen. It’s not bad I promise.”

“Sure, that smirk on your face tells me enough…”

“No no- listen okay?! So… hah so would you ratherrrr… fight 10 foxes or 10 rats that have rabies?”

“… excuse me?”

[ArithMedic]

↬ catvent day: twelve

↬ username & id: ArithMedic 1064661
↬ clan archive: the Bronze Fleet

↬ word count: 62 words
↬ prompt:
"Hmm, would you rather... swim with a sea serpent or lie to the commander?" Peregrine Gaze asked Oak Wish.

Oak Wish took no time at all to respond. "Swim with the serpent! I could never tarnish my reputation by lying to the commander and she'd be so disappointed in me if she ever found out. That would be worse than being dead!"

[Kazin]

↬ catvent day: twelve

↬ username & id: Kazin 3262
↬ clan archive: Forum/viewtopic.php?f=103&t=4216911

↬ word count: 171 words
↬ prompt: On late nights when she can’t sleep, Silverspark would probably seek out her sister Redivy. While they’d probably talk about their days first, eventually Silverspark would propose a game - sometimes I Spy, sometimes Guess Who, and sometimes Would you Rather. One of their games of would you rather would probably look something like this…

“Hey Redivy… since we can’t sleep, I have a question for you.” Silverspark’s eyes would be glittering with mischief. Redivy would suppress a roll of her eyes, but grunt to show Silverspark to carry on. “Ok ok… would you rather have to eat Kittypet food or only eats bugs for an entire moon?”

Redivy would squint, wrinkling her nose. “Gross. How about neither?”

Silverspark huffed, batting her sister lightly with a paw. “Answer the question!”

A real roll of her eyes would follow. “Fine… I’ll eat bugs.”

“Hah! I’ll go tell Hemlockstar right now!”

Redivy stared incredulously at her sister. “I think you’ve been out of bed too long,” she said dryly. “Let’s go to sleep.”

[kyeza]

↬ catvent day: twelve

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

↬ word count: 15 words
↬ prompt:


baby kairos: helio! helio! would you rather-
parhelion: ... (disapproving stare)
baby helios: um. nevermind. haha

[feverish]

↬ catvent day: twelve

↬ username & id: satosugu + 762494
↬ clan archive: strife corrino

↬ word count: 528 words
↬ prompt: "pass me that if you ain't gonna finish it, sunny."

halaya's voice broke leslie out of their spaciness, the white cat offering a snort as a response and proceeding to pass their friend the rest of their drink. the two were seated at a bar in the city of jasminn- one of the largest provinces in the entire district. jasminn was chock full of patrollers and mercenaries, which made it a pretty pricy place to hang out in if you were an outlaw... while the roanokes were anything but cowardly, they also weren't stupid, which meant avoiding places like jasminn. yet here sundown and lady luck sat, their tails swishing slowly behind them on the bar stools as they leisured without a care in the world. the two had been assigned a job by the clan's unofficial-yet-widely-regarded leader: go to jasminn, get some intel on the eversins, get the hell out. the smaller gang was just as infamous as the roanokes at around half the size, and according to whispers in jasminn and the nearby towns, they were lurking nearby. perhaps planning something? the eversins had been unusually quiet lately, moving quickly and not leaving much of a trace. jasminn was a rather wealthy city, though... if they could infiltrate just a few of the businesses there, they were sure to leave with a fine sum. it was sundown and lady luck's job to see just how deep these rumors ran.

however, tonight- their first night in the city- the two decided to take it easy and enjoy the nightlife.

sundown tilted their hat up and turned to speak to halaya, only to realize she was speaking with someone on her other side. curiosity piqued, sundown leaned in.


"...or would you rather--"

"what are you talking about?" sundown interrupted the stranger, sliding off their stool to stand protectively next to lady luck. halaya chuffed and waved her hand.

"oh, calm down. he just proposed a game of would you rather. wanna join, sunny?"

"i'm not a child," sundown rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, gaze narrowing as he looked at the stranger. they were all black with a messy shock of fur atop their head, eyes a brilliant gold.

"'s just a simple game," he grinned, sending an odd chill down sundown's spine.

unsettled, the debt collector flicked an ear and adjusted their hat. "right. well, fine, i'll play a bit."

"i'll go then." resting her arm on the bar and her chin on her paw, halaya gave sundown a smug look and offered a question.

"would you rather... move to heira cortana permanently, or have to eat viper blossom every day for the rest of your life?"

sundown grimaced. viper blossom was grossly bitter and they were exceptionally opposed to that, instead having quite the sweet-tooth, but heira cortana.. well, that meant leaving the clan. while they knew they couldn't speak up about the roanokes around this stranger, they were confident in their answer.

"to hell with those softies," he snorted. "i'll take the viper blossom."

"gross!" halaya laughed, punching leslie's arm softly.

"you'd say the same, i'm sure," they retorted, and lady luck smiled.

"duh."

[jpano96]

↬ catvent day: twelve

↬ username & id: jpano96 + 250999
↬ clan archive: Cloud Clan

↬ word count: 159
↬ prompt:

Maple Flame pawed at the frozen lake before him, thinking for a second before voicing his thoughts. "Would you rather be hairless in winter, or have all the fur in summer?" Timber Foot looked at him from the corner of his eye, what a silly question. Timber opened his mouth to answer but found himself dumbstruck. "Would I be able to wear a coat in winter?" Maple grinned and shook his head no, "That defeats the purpose, doesn't it?" Timber huffed and looked out onto the frozen lake, thinking. "Wouldn't I freeze in the winter? And have a heatstroke in summer?" He meowed, starting to lose his composure at the ridiculous question. Timber chuckled, "I'd rather have neither!" Maple stood and objected "You have to choose!"

"No I don't!"

"Yes you do!"

"Then you choose!"

A moment of silence before "I can't!" The two tom cats burst into a fit of giggles before finishing the rest of their patrol.

[Thani]

↬ catvent day: twelve

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

↬ word count: 44 words
↬ prompt:

Pria: "Hey bugs, would you rather eat this stinky mushroom or this swampy seagrass?"
Bugs: "Aw man, why not both!"
Pria: "Gross!!"

Pria throws the both of them at Bugs, watching in disgust as he devours both of the gross options. What a weirdo.

[allynabean]

↬ catvent day: twelve

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

↬ word count: 66 words
↬ prompt: Dawncry bounds over to a dark shape splayed out on a rock, revealed to be Shadowstep when they open their yellow eyes to blink quizzically at their former apprentice.

"Shadowstep!"

"Mm?"

"Would you ratherrrr fight 100 rats or have to give an impromptu speech in front of the entire clan, alone?"

"...Give me the rats. Now leave me be, Dawn, go bother someone who wasn't napping."

[insidious.wizard]

↬ catvent day: twelve

↬ username & id: Marz-Barz + 890614
↬ clan archive: CotDG

↬ word count: 239
↬ prompt:


The grass around them never seemed to change. Same height, same color, same sound. Ice was bored out of her mind. She thwacked her tail back and forth to make something, anything different. Buzz griped at her to calm down and she got an idea.

“Okay, Buzz. I’ll be calm, but answer me this! Would you rather only eat grass for the rest of your life, or never see a new bug ever again?” She asked excitedly.

Buzz’s expression somehow soured even more, “That is a dumb question. Cats don’t eat grass. I will starve.”

“So you give up bugs?” She said in a way that was obviously trying to make him angrier, but if he cared he didn’t show it.

“No, I do not give up bugs! Your questions are impossible, stupid! I do not answer them.” He pushed forward shards of her and smacked her face with his tail as he passed.

“Hey!” she squawked and run after him, “My questions are great! You just don’t want to admit you wouldn’t pick the grass.”

He stared resolutely forward with an expression full of malcontent, verging on malice. Ice pressed on with her pestering, going as far to grab a mouthful of grass and chew it dramatically. She has the rest of the Scout Patrol to come up with a story for the claw marks in her flank that doesn’t involve badgering her scout partner into physical violence.

[ethium]

↬ catvent day: twelve

↬ username & id: ethium + 879455
↬ clan archive: elmclan

↬ word count: 281 words
↬ prompt:

Wolfheart hums to himself softly as he readjusts the herb storage. Palepaw was out restocking, and he wanted the storage to be easily accessible and tidy. He smiles, fond of his organization and utterly absorbed in his work.

"Wolfheart?" A voice whines, breaking his concentration. Wolf sighs gently, and pads out of the herb storage, spying the only resident of the healer's den at this time.

"Yes Thistlefog?"

"I'm bored." The old tom stretches, but winces, careful to not pull his broken leg too much. Thistlefog had only recently returned to them, having spent many generations trapped within the neverending maze that is the wilderwood. He was... several hundred moons older than he should be. Now that he had been released from the woods's magic, signs of his age were rapidly catching up with him. He spent a lot of time in the healer's den now, which mean he spent a lot of time with Wolf in particular.

This time, Thistlefog had fallen out of a tree after he had attempted to scale it like an apprentice after a squirrel. Foolish old man. "You should sleep, then."

"What if we play a game instead?"

Wolfheart regards him silently, giving him a skeptical look out of the corner of his eye. Thistlefog grins, taking his silence for agreement.

"Would you rather be eaten by vampires or werewolves?" Wolfheart blinked, turning on the tom. "What kind of question is that? Go back to bed Fog, before I find something to drug you with."

Thistlefog grumbles something unintelligible and flops his head on the ground, his ears prick as Wolfheart mutters, stalking back into the herb storage.

"I'd pick the werewolf, it'd be faster."