Stars V.2 • Birchmist's Readoption Center

[jay.]

Username: jay.
Cat Name: settingsun
Gender: female
Rank: warrior
Clan: hollowclan
Age: 3 years
Kitty trying out for: B#547K2
Prompt:

in the heart of hollowclan, amidst the whispering pines and moonlit glens, there resides a cat unlike any other: settingsun. born beneath the ethereal glow of a rare blue moon, she carries with her a legacy steeped in reverence and mystique. to her clanmates, settingsun is more than just another cat. she is a living embodiment of their ancestors' blessings, a symbol of hope and prosperity. yet, despite the adoration and admiration she receives, settingsun finds herself grappling with a sense of inadequacy:

in the eyes of her kin, being born under the blue moon sets her apart, marking her as destined for greatness. but for settingsun, the weight of expectation feels stifling. she questions her own worthiness, unable to reconcile the pedestal upon which her clan has placed her. despite her struggles, there is a quiet strength within settingsun. beneath her furrowed brow lies a heart brimming with empathy and determination. though she may doubt her own significance, she remains steadfast in her commitment to her clan, always willing to lend a paw or offer a comforting purr to those in need.

Username: jay.
Cat Name: cloudchaser
Gender: female
Rank: warrior
Clan: hollowclan
Age: 7 years
Kitty trying out for: #2786h
Prompt:

clue of the hollow hand
cloudchaser, formerly cloud, used to live a fairly apathetic life as a barn cat, spending a large majority of her time tending to the mice scattering her barn, as appointed to her by the twolegs who frequented the place. she remained this way for years, having been raised there, until turmoil struck - a rough group of hostile cats deciding that the barn should, rightfully, be theirs, as it was just askirt of where they had begun to claim their territory. while cloud did her best to help defend the barn, the true saviour of the day was a mysterious. sleek-furred black she-cat and her cats, who valiantly helped defend the barn upon the realisation that the barn cats were being chased out. cloud never caught her name, or at least not initially, until after the fight, where her elders spoke of the bravery of spiderstar, the leader of hollowclan. determined to thank her saviour, cloud took off on her own, trying to track down the sleek she-cat.
after moons of trying to locate the noble she-cat, the pair finally met, spiderstar frankly flattered at the white cats offer to join her. the pair grew close, with spiderstar eventually allowing cloud to join her clan as a warrior, aptly naming her cloudchaser, after her insistence to chase after her goals.

[Baobabel]

Username: Baobabel
Cat Name: Swiftstream
Gender: female
Rank: tbd
Clan: SecludedGlade
Age: 5.7yr
Kitty trying out for: B#251K3
Prompt: Swiftstream wants to be the best climber AND swimmer/fisher in all the clans. While most of the clan cats are negative or neutral to water, Swiftstream loves it, so she figures she probably doesn't have much competition there. The tricky one will be being the best climber. But with Swift in her name, she's probably got a leg up there too.

Username: Baobabel
Cat Name: Punk
Gender: genderfluid
Rank: tbd
Clan: SecludedGlade
Age: 1yr3mo
Kitty trying out for: #2364b
Prompt: They used to have a different name but after being called Punk enough times, eventually it stuck. Never anything too harmful, Punk is master of minor mischief. Never enough to cause real harm, she's great at setting up little pranks without being caught.

[Adamented]

Username: Adamented
Cat Name: Virtaus
Gender: molly
Rank: Gladehunter
Clan: [x] Gladewood
Age: 1 year
Kitty trying out for: #2786h
Prompt: Rivers

[clouds-move-on]

Is an extension possible on readopts or would it be too late?

[faelyn]

Is an extension possible on readopts or would it be too late?

hi! im so sorry but unfortunately, i am in the process of judging at the moment and cannot grant an extension <3

[faelyn]

congrats to the winners !! <33

Username: Hazelfang
Cat Name: Fernbreeze
Gender: Female
Rank: Ministra
Clan: Kin of the Vixen
Age: 7 seasons
Kitty trying out for: B#251K3
Prompt:-snip-

this cat has a toyhouse profile + some art! please contact I Like Bees within a week if youd like this cat transferred to you via toyhouse!

- art piece one by wretched felidae
- art piece two by afonbuilt
- art piece three by silver-ops

Username: Hazelfang
Cat Name: Sparrowwhistle
Gender: Male
Rank: Marauder
Clan: Kin of the Vixen
Age: 30 seasons
Kitty trying out for: #2364b
Prompt:-snip-

Username: jay.
Cat Name: settingsun
Gender: female
Rank: warrior
Clan: hollowclan
Age: 3 years
Kitty trying out for: B#547K2
Prompt:-snip-

Username: néktar
Cat Name: leopardflurry
Gender: molly
Rank: warrior
Clan: [url]marbleclan[/url]
Age: 18 moons
Kitty trying out for: #2786h
Prompt:-snip-

[Swishy & Broken]

These readopts all end on March 16th at rollover (16->17)



write a story about this cat! however, there is a twist! the beginning and end of the story must be the same! interpret as you wish!



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[b]Kitty trying out for:[/b] [url=https://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?t=4677098]MYO#711[/url]
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write a story about this cat being rebooted! interpret as you wish :3 (adapted prompt from nindroid c: )



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faelyn is feeling sad because she can’t enter for this cat write her a sad story about this cat! (minimum 500 words)



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this cat seems angry! what are they angry about?



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[Thani]

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Age: (1 year or above)
Kitty trying out for: #2307
Prompt:

big ole markk

[ethium]

Username: ethium
Cat Name: gigabyte "b"
Gender: unprogrammed
Rank: directive undetermined .. awaiting instruction
Clan: yukonclan
Age: undetermined .. dormant?
Kitty trying out for: MYO#1249
Prompt: write a story about this cat being rebooted! interpret as you wish :3

Deep within the atekmi sands, half-covered in dune and overgrown foliage, a lone temple to a forgotten god stands. The silence might have been deafening, this might have been a place to meditate, if it weren't for the obnoxious clanging coming from deep within.

"come.. on you stupid-" Muriel howled, kicking a rock nearby and sending a spray of pebbles and sand careening into the wall. She hissed softly, irritated as she turned back to the deactivated, dismantled, and sand-worn, machine before her.

the machine didn't stir, rusted limbs creaking as a lone breeze blew through the open temple door, carrying with it grains of sand and the heat she had crawled in here to escape. It's eyes remained blank, lifeless, and black. Muriel scowled and sighed. Glancing around the temple and the half-rusted remains of technology long forgotten to the dunes. There was a time when the Atekmi were the most advanced civilization to grace the continent of eucharia, but the sands came, and the sands consumed, and civilizations fell.. with it their technology. She stood before one of the few remnants of a lost order. A civilization that worked itself into the grave, eating its tail as it overconsumed the land they walked on. Muriel had heard stories of great swathes of land dedicated to the oasis, of water plenty, for even a thousand camels... it made her envious as she licked her lips and then uncapped her water flask, sipping on it as she focused her thoughts elsewhere.

The ancient civilization of Vikal was long gone, the Atekmi had taken their place, but they had shunned the technology that had driven their successor to ruin. Now she stared at something she had only heard rumors of.. a feline, who wasn't.

A ninfeline, ancient and busted, but once Muriel got a good understanding of the wires in its head.. perhaps not unfixable. Although she doubted the Atekmi would allow such a thing to return with her to base camp, she.. couldn't deny that she was excited. Muriel wasn't Atekmi, she didn't hold the same superstitions that they did, though she lived with them now. She was Ondinian, and Ondine thrived on innovation. The things she might learn from this prototype... it was almost enough to make her drool. Almost.

"Now let's get you back up and running," she ran her paw over the dust exterior, reading the name etched into the front. "Gigabyte..." she hummed quietly in acknowledgment, going back to work. Her previous frustration was forgotten as she lost herself in the faint howl of sand wind and a mind that was far too smart for her good. With another shift of wires and the detachment of a few plates and a well-placed bang or two, Muriel stepped back, examining her spot refurbishment job. She sighed as the ninfeline did not stir, and turned away, preparing to grab her bag to hike back to camp, when...

A low beep and Muriel was whipping around, and watching as the robot beeped, and then a faint thrumming light poured through each of its joints, as its eyes came alive with a whirl. It blinked.. once, twice, thrice. Muriel froze to the spot, staring at the ninfeline as if it might explode her. She would be lying if she said she was expecting her tinkering to work. Slowly, it turned and fixed a robot gaze on her, eyes glinting with an ancient light Muriel did not understand. In a thick voice choked by thousands of years of disuse and robotic tenure,

"commencing rebooted sequence, now."

[olivionary]

Username: olivionary
Cat Name: Ratthew
Gender: Male
Rank: Caretaker
Clan: Ivy Hollow
Age: 4 years old
Kitty trying out for: MYO#711
Prompt:

"I'm not scared!" Ratthew proudly puffed out his chest as he joined the patrol group - they were short a member due to sickness and Ratthew had volunteered to take the ill cat's place. The group of patroller's glanced between themselves, they were all thinking the same thing: he was not cut out for this.
The patrol took off without issue. They had been hearing some movement beyond the fence that surrounded their base, but had yet to catch sight of whatever it was that had taken up residence in the surrounding woodland. The patrol chattered amongst themselves, albet largely leaving Ratthew out of the conversation. They listened, sniffed and checked marked areas around the borders: nothing. Ratthew couldn't help but think that the patrol teams had it easy - while he was at base wrangling kittens and attending to the elders, these cats were out enjoying and stroll and a chat!
It was upon their return back to camp that something caught Ratthew's attention. He stopped as the rest of the patrol continued back home. He twitched his nose as he looked around the trees and underbrush surrounding him, but he couldn't see nor smell anything.
"Oi! Catch up slowpoke!" One of the patrol cats called out to the lingering caretaker. The cats chattered amongst themselves as they stopped, turning to face Ratthew as they laughed. Ratthew couldn't help but shrink at their cackling, but he decided to shrug off what was bothering him and catch up to them.
"Hey, what's th - RATT RUN! RATTHEW MOVE!"
Run, he did not. He froze. Then the noise caught up to his ears. Something big. Growling. Barking. Ratthew shot off in a different direction to the patrol cats, feeling the hot breath of the dog upon his back as he evaded being caught right then and there. Blood pumped in his ears. The rustling of the undergrowth overtook any other sound.
Slipping, Ratthew turned around in the mud and stared down the beast that was trailing him. He backed up, hissing and fluffing his body up to appear bigger. He felt his back legs touch a tree. At first Ratthew held his ground, but he gradually lost confidence as he waited for the patrol to catch up.
Feeling ornered, he cowered against the base of the tree. Ratthew stared up at the drooling maw of the dog above him. He gulped as he listened for the sounds of the rest of the patrol - they were getting closer. Ratthew whipped out his paw and slashed across the nose of the dog above him, hissing. He crouched smaller as the dog appeared to flinch before barking in his face, slobber coating Ratthew's glorious coat. Unable to move without provoking the dog, Ratthew could do nothing but wait, he had two paths: the patrol would arrive and save him or the dog would grab him before they arrived. No, Ratthew could do more than wait. He puffed out his chest before convincing himself, "I'm not scared ... I'm not scared!"