[Archaeopteryx.]

Looks like this cat has had a long and exciting life! Tell me about it! Max 300 words, one art piece.

Ends October 23rd at rollover (23rd to 24th)

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Gender:
Rank:
Clan:
Description: Blue solid mink with age-related graying
Age:
Edits: [nr] broken limb, scars, expression, blindness, missing eye
[c] shorter tail, ear placement, sclera
[uc] mid fur
Owner:

[Knickknacks]

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[feverrr]

Username: feverrr
Cat Name: cairn
Gender: ??? (she/it)
Rank: living statue / sentinel of the woods
Clan: the barrens
Age: older than you'd think
Prompt:

cairn had been nothing in life, if not a wanderer.

a creature of silvered fur and shadowed eyes; of footsteps that left no trace, except for the flowers that bowed solemnly in her wake. it carried with her tales of forgotten peaks, and the gentle ache of ancient valleys. it’s paws knew the touch of polished river stones, and of the snow-quilted winter ground. she was as much a part of the land as the dirt beneath her.

one night, under the watchful eye of the blood-orange moon, cairn found herself somewhere new; a grove, silent save for the murmured hymn of the breeze. lichen-pillowed stones softened it’s steps, and soft, curling ferns grasped at it’s ankles. there, a figure waited; a figure draped in night and nettles, their voice a tangle of low murmurs. they called to her in riddles, with a voice that seeped into her mind like water into her pelt. it was hypnotic.

as cairn paused to listen, she almost didn't notice the winding vines that began to climb her legs, weaving tightly around her limbs. with a final whisper, one she could neither understand nor answer, the figure’s murmuring voice faded, leaving her behind. her silver limbs grew cold, paws and eyelids growing heavy; soon, it's body was cemented to the mossy stone beneath.

now, she stands eternal; a statue, bound in stone, eyes forever shielded from the stars she once wandered beneath.

in the silence of the grove, the flowers still bow at cairn’s feet.

[néktar]

Username: néktar
Cat Name: coyote
Gender: tom
Rank: the cursed
Clan: pondclan
Age: 88 moons
Prompt: 262
it was the whispers of the winds and the call of a moonlight night that drove him wild.


seek and you shall receive. for your eyes do wander while your mouth holds empty truths.
dig you may, but the bones are buried deeper then your claws can reach.

forever search and be left unfulfilled. for your treasures you seek can.. wander.
until your bones turn to stone, and your teeth crystalize to bright light to your true nature.


fate pulled his red strings and snapped his own jaws tightly, as coyote’s eyes turned to a deep and hungry purple. where the moons reflection was dipped in a venomous glow.

this meeting with fate was along an abandoned road, coyote had just abandoned his brother and mother out of frustration and spite. refusing to listen to to their pleas as he tore at his elder brother. the night had left him bitter and hateful, but alone. the feeling of isolation sat like a rock in his stomach.

fate tracked him, sensing his pain he couldn’t help himself but to offer something to quench coyote’s thirst. though this spell left the poor soul on a hollow mission, he would go forth to search the ends of the earth until his body gave out. this led him to blindly follow the path before him. he ran into humans, a cougar, a few rouge cats, and while crossing the road, a car.

thus he wandered into the wood and stumbled upon the marshlands of pondclan. his treasure was somewhere here.. he just had to find it.

[espen.]

Username: espen.
Cat Name: Basilides - named for a greek philosopher who denied the existence of incorporeal beings, meant to be ironic
Gender: Tom
Rank: Selasorban General -> Oracle of Morganus
Clan: The Principality
Age: 120 moons (myth happened about 500 years ago)
Prompt: 297 words
Basilides grew up poor amongst the wealthy Selasorban elites who often looked down on him. The kit had big dreams, though. He wanted to join the military to be respected. He grew and swiftly climbed the ranks, becoming a highly respected general. Although he was successful, the tom had been hiding a secret all his life: visions of the future. One day a hoard of locusts ate Selasorba's cropland, starving cats and drying up resources. The king reached out their neighbors for aid, but they took advantage of Selasorba and declared war. Basilides fought many battles and killed many while his vivid and distressing nightmares got worse. Finally, the god of prophecy, Morganus, came to Basilides and explained his plan to the general. During the next battle, the general found a small hill and shouted to the troops around him. The cats didn't waver. Morganus came to the tom in the form of a giant purple flame, stopping the fighting. Basilides explained to the cats they had to cease their conflicts. A deceptive god-king had restrained the gods and stripped them of their power to help the mortals. The gods draw a majority of their power from their bond with the mortals, and were useless in fighting the king if the mortals were also fighting. If the countries united, they could restore this bond and help the gods, thus helping themselves. With Morganus' guidance, they came to a compromise. Basilides' visions hadn't subsided, however, nearly debilitating him. His vision had become tinted purple, his paws wobbly, and his sight blurry. He was forced into retirement and left Selasorba to settle in a cave, eventually losing an eye and the use of a leg. Morganus kept him company and his legend was passed through generations of poor families.

[V.Vulpes]

Username: V.Vulpes
Cat Name: Broken Fang
Gender: Tom [He/Him]
Rank: Anchor
Clan: The Crow's Nest
Age: 10 Years
Prompt:
Broken Fang has lived a life full of danger and survival. Once a formidable warrior, he earned his scars through countless battles with his family on the Crow's Nest. His reputation as a fearless fighter spread quickly in his younger years, he always faced enemies head-on, never backing down, even when the odds were against him. One of his most memorable battles involved a rogue group that ambushed the crew. During the fierce fight, Fang lost his eye, taking a deep slash across his face that blinded him in the other eye as well. Despite the injury, he continued to fight, using his sharp instincts and sense of hearing to protect his crew.

As the moons passed, Fang transitioned from a front-line Gunner to a trusted mentor. He's taught many young crewmates how to fight, including the current captain, Seagull Watcher. He remembers when Seagull was just a little kit, with big eyes and ambition... Just look at him now, Captain! Fang couldn't be prouder. Older and scarred, Fang now looks back on his long life with pride. His body may be battered, but his spirit remains unbroken.

[Kazin]

Username: Kazin
Cat Name: Storm
Gender: agender [they/xe]
Rank: Healer
Clan: Wingspan
Age: 11 years
Prompt:

If Storm could choose one word to describe their life, they would choose adventure. As xe talks to the kits of the clan, their eyes glued to their scarred pelt, Storm tells the kits that each adventure will have a price, and you have to be willing to pay that price. Riskier travels have a higher gamble, and some of the gambles might pay off... and some might not...

Storm is bold and xe isn't afraid to show it. They often will speak their mind, even when the situation says not to - and xe is often rewarded with a new scar - or rather, a new story to tell, as xe says.

Storm has fought eagles on the cliffs of the oceans, they have helped other clans win battles of justice against enemy clans, instilled a coup in others... really, there isn't anything Storm hasn't done, and xe sees xyrself as a chameleon, drifting through different places and leaving a trace of themself - and letting the place leave a memory of its own - on xyr pelt.

[Archaeopteryx.]

extending by a week! (rollover from the 29th to the 30th)

[Macabre.]

Username: Macabre.
Cat Name: DarkBone
Gender: Male
Rank: Elder
Clan: BirchClan
Age: 17 years
Prompt: DarkBone wasn't always a clan cat. He spent most of his life as a loner, wandering around from place to place exploring territories far from BirchClan. He loves to tell the kits of the clan all about his adventures.

"It was a dark and stormy night, and I was looking for a place to settle down for the night." DarkBone began. "And what do you know I stuck my head into a hole full of angry foxes!"

The kits gasped in amazement. "How did you escape? What did you do?" they clambered over each other in excitement.

"Well I turned tail and ran is what I did, but not before one of them got my ear."

[kyeza]

Username: kyeza
Cat Name: —
Gender: —
Rank: weeping angel
Clan: the ancient chasm
Age: ??
Prompt:


the stone, it watches. it lies, ageless, timeless, far below where the light falls; forever enshrined in its shadowed tomb.

two carefully-sculpted felines stand tall upon their pedestals, spotless, chiseled marble features unmarred. long since have the sconces adorning the walls been snuffed out, their golden glow unreplenished. but they don't need light to see.

the stone, it listens. these cobbled halls carried nothing if not hushed whispers and shuffling paper, musing over every turned page. each one told a new story, each passerby a novel tale. many a conversation have passed through these doors, swinging open, then shut, open, then shut. but no one treads these aged paths any longer. all that echoes through the caverns beyond are the chirping bats and the whistling wind. they've heard all and nothing, forever still in their earthen binds, granite grasp tight.

... until it isn't.

time wears on everything, after all. jagged edges scrape smooth stone floors, whirring, grasping, scratching, scratching, scratching. an eternal itch.

sssssshhhkkkk.

and finally, after all this time—

the stone, it breathes. each breath a century, a step closer to walking the waking world with each puff of cave-chilled air. but stone shouldn't breathe.. should it?

the statues shift, grinding against their marbled forms, spiderweb cracks embellishing timeworn stone, alongside chips and scratches from eons of use and disuse. but beneath these statues lie no enchantment. they are, indeed, just stone. nothing more. so how do they breathe? how do they move? how—

hush.

... who—?

there are secrets in this world that you are not yet equipped to comprehend, little one. it is not yet your time.

turn back now, while you can. your friends await. digging up the past now will cause you nothing but pain.

but—!

sssssshhhkkkk.

leave now, lest you come to regret it.



edited to fix image !!