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chocolate sparbled tabby w/ med white

[nr] scars, fangs, fur (preset)

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username: SpineSneeze
clan: Ashfell Creek
name: Koba
age: 5 Years
gender: Male

[spideysense]

This cat is up for readoption!

To win them, tell me about how they feel about rules (e.g. the warrior code, or your clan’s equivalent)!

Ends on CS rollover from Dec 17 -> 18!

[Wretched.Felidae]

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[BingoDingo03]

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[nimmy]

username:
clan:
name: murkwander
age: (min. 2 years/24 moons)
gender:

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[Zentropy]

username: Zentropy
clan: Emberclan
name: Tsuo | Brackenwing
age: 6 years, 4 moons
gender: AFAB

If there's one thing that Tsuo feels confident about, it's that rules are made to be broken. Camp life can get really boring, really quickly; wake up, be assigned a patrol, walk around all day, go home, eat, sleep, and do it all over again. There needs to be a little excitement in life, to shake up the monotony. She, of course, knows better than to bring danger back to camp and cause trouble for others, but if it's just her being troubled than what's the harm? Well, that's what she would have said before that fateful patrol just over a year and a pawful of moons ago.

[redacted] chose Tsuo to lead a border patrol, the reasoning behind such a decision she can only speculate at. Perhaps it was a way for gain some trust and responsibility in the clan after her unruly and difficult apprenticeship; always slipping away during hunts, causing trouble at the border with other clans, and being a bit too experimental with the local predators. Instead of focusing on doing a good job and gaining some reputation amongst the warriors, Tsuo figured this would be the best opportunity to explore that new grotto to the south beyond the small creek.

The clan was getting a bit crowded and food surplus was starting to thin. A new addition to the border would be perfect to balance out these problems. She proposed this idea to [redacted], but they just shook their head and told her to stay within clan borders and a proper patrol will be formed once more cats were feeling better (there was an outbreak of hazelcough). While she wasn't the biggest cat in the clan, she was paired up with Ravenfur and Quarrybloom, both experienced and capable hunters. They would be fine even if a Gravebone attacked them, and one larger than a cat hasn't been spotted in at least a few moons. Tsuo sighs but accepts the order...for now.

Convincing Ravenfur to break [redacted's] order wasn't easy, but with Quarrybloom totally onboard with Tsuo's plan, it was two to one. They were just going to take a quick peek, nothing crazy. She told him to think of it as a scouting mission and the information that they gather will be invaluable to the clan. It was all for the clan. That much, Tsuo still believes, even if everything else was selfish on her part. The Gravebone-dog was on them in an instant. Quarrybloom was it's first target, barely getting a cry for help out before it's jaws snapped bone. Ravenfur and Tsuo started to fight back, not wanting to leave their companion behind, but the dog was too strong and both cats sustained severe wounds. It took every muscle in her body to finally turn and run. If only she had listened, if only she was stronger. If, if, if. Tsuo doesn't think Ravenfur will ever forgive her, or if she will ever forgive herself, the scars on her body are proof of that.

[Tilluels-Paradise]

username: Tilluels-Paradise
clan: SerenClan ♢
name: Bramble
age: 3 years old
gender: Male
prompt:

Bramble honors the warrior code with his life. In his time as an apprentice up to now as deputy, he has always believed in the warrior code and appreciated the morals it sets. While he follows the code by the book he understands that other cats do not agree with his view. He doesn’t force others to follow warrior code, but he will and does enforce the basic morals set within it that he believes in.

[SpineSneeze]

username: SpineSneeze
clan: Ashfell Creek
name: Koba
age: 5 Years
gender: Male

Just as rules can be shields from err or danger, they can also be used to subjugate. Koba knows this all too well. While he refuses to speak in detail about it, clan members have been able to parse that wherever he came from had more than its share of problems. A militant band, some whispered, while others postulated that it had to be a cult.

During formative years, the rules made sense. Rules bound you to honor. They kept yourself and your friends safe, they maintained order, they gave structure to an otherwise confusing and overwhelming existence.

But what happens when the rules are wrong? What if they're made by people with ill intentions, or worse- people who have also been following them without independent reason the whole time? Rules used to yoke Koba to a life where martyrdom was exalted and where suspicion of one's neighbors' transgressions ran rampant.

When the rosey glasses finally fell off, it was into a stark canyon with a violent river at the bottom. For the first time in his life, Koba felt genuine, seething anger where once was presumed guilt. There was a lot that he could tolerate- a lot that he could wind his mind around- but there was no justifying the way he'd been treated. It had been small, in hindsight; a scolding for a memory lapse he couldn't have controlled. But it had thrown him into physical confrontation with his superior- one that ended in blood, lost fur, and sore muscles. But he had been in the right.

After the fight, he fled. The others would lynch him if they discovered the scene. Rules became the enemy. He seethed with spite. He did what he wanted, when he wanted. He stole, and fought, and neglected himself. As it turns out, having no order is just as harmful as having too much. And at some point, Koba had come to his senses. It had been raining. He was in a gulch, with a new gash on his shoulder (how he got it, he didn't know, and he couldn't care). Loneliness had constricted around his lungs and he knew, however sullenly, that it was time to get himself back in order.

That's how they had found him. Though bad habits still linger, Koba is piecing together his own set of rules day by day; ones that serve himself and those who have taken him in. Ones with solid reason, ones that are flexible enough to change when they start to corrode. To Koba, rules aren't bad- but they are tools, dangerous ones, and they need to be handled and maintained with care.

[comfypxl]

username: comfypxl
clan: echoing peaks
name: koisight
age: 53 months
gender: male
prompt: how do they feel about rules?
echoing peaks requires loyalty above all else, especially towards the matriarch. the clan is expected to follow her every order without question or doubt. frankly, koisight hates that idea. while he recognizes the matriarchs wisdom and strength, he doesn't understand how one cat could know what's best for them all. what if she was wrong one day and the clan had to pay a grave price? the tom couldn't imagine following her if he was certain the way would lead to doom. koisight does respect and honor other clan laws however, and upholds them proudly.

[dimi.]

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