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[Zentropy]

Hey, this looks familiar...
Username + id: Zentropy + 75749
Day: 1
Guess 1: two chickens in a field
Guess 2 (optional): dewdrops on a mossy stump

[0Zero0]

Hey, this looks familiar...
Username + id: 0Zero0 780482
Day: 1
Guess 1: A moth
Guess 2 (optional): a painting

[DragonSnake]

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[Canis.]

When you arrive at the booth the next day, you do not see the familiar young cat who had been there the day prior. In fact, there is little trace of Mothpaw left; aside from some paper clippings left scattered on the table and a collection of decorated hearts that visitors had made the day prior. Instead, an unfamiliar she-cat stands bristled behind the booth, her bright green eyes scanning the remnants of the prior days activities with a level of scrutiny as she put the pieces of some investigation together in her mind. When she glances up and spots you standing not far away, the expression on her muzzle turns to one of surprise.

"Hey!" The primarily cream and white calico bounded over to you, and before you knew it, the distance between you was almost non-existent as she about touched noses before coming to a stop. "You wouldn't happen to have seen a certain orange furball around here, have you? That little rascal thinks he's pulled a wise one, but when I get ahold of him, he best have a good excuse for taking my stationary kit without asking!" Her two-toned tabby tail lashed to emphasize her frustration, and as if on cue the sound of rustling and scratching under the booth was soon followed by a flash of brown fur as a squirrel darted out from beneath the wooden stand and clambered up the she-cats leg, perching on her back. The cat glanced to where the critter settled, surprisingly unphased about this development, before she finally letting out a sigh.

"You're right, you're right, I know. I didn't even introduce myself! It's going to be a long day, huh. I'm Pebblecoat! And this is Billy. Sorry that you've caught me out in such a bad mood, I promise I'm not usually so puffed up." The she-cat dipped her head.. then, an idea seemed to come to her, and her eyes brightened for a moment. "While you're here, would you like to help me with something? I don't know what exactly Mothpaw had you doing, but I enjoy writing in my spare time and it's always helpful to hear about new, genuine experiences others have had during their life. You don't have to share if you don't want to, but I'd love to ask you some questions, if you've got a moment!"

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Day 2 (February 7th) Prompt

What is your cats usual approach to dealing with conflict? (100 word min)

Reward: 10 Sweethearts

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[b]Day:[/b] 2
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- Prompts may be interpreted in whatever way you would like as long as the general theme is still conveyed
- You may answer the prompt for any of your cats, not just your founders. You can answer each prompt with a different cat if you wanted to
- While you may choose to answer the prompt for multiple cats for character development, you will only receive the reward once per day
- Submissions end at rollover from the 7th -> 8th

[solstice roses!]

Username + ID: solstice roses! + 1097594
Day: 2
Prompt: Rave was stalking through the forest, its claws sinking into the soft, mossy earth as they cried, silent. As he approached a warren of rabbits, the small creatures scampered into their burrows. Rave's heartbeat quickened as he swiped out at the scurrying rabbits and his body unwillingly dropped into a hunter's crouch. A hiss built in its throat, alerting the rabbits to Rave's presence. Their paw flashed out, claws extended, rabbit just out of his reach- Rave yanked his leg back and wiped their eyes of heavy tears. "Stop playing with me like that. I'm not hungry, don't make me hunt." He snapped quietly, tears mixing with rainwater on its face.
A swirl of mist wound its way around Rave's muzzle, forcing it shut. "I'm just having fun, Omen. Don't get snippy with me." The mist itself spoke aloud, directly into Rave's fragile ears.
A startled, angry heat of embarrassment and worry rose from Rave's pelt at the mist's words, but they swallowed it down. "Whatever."
The two proceeded in a tense silence, the mist hanging back behind Rave, clinging to their fur and tugging on him. Rave, focused on not letting the swirling mass bother it, tripped over a root that he swore hadn't been surfaced before.
"Oops," came a rumbling, taunting, sickeningly sweet purr, "Forgive me. Get up, Omen! Let's keep going."
Rave's fur prickled at the open antagonization, but it said nothing. Better to keep my pelt, Rave thought, Than to be a little vindicated.
On and on this would continue; roughly an hour passed with the swirling mass taunting the young black cat.

"Why," the mist said smugly, throwing off Rave's train of thought as Rave was silently thinking of all the ways to get back to camp from this point and cataloguing them to report to the deputy, "You seem to have missed a badger trail here! Don't forget about that, Omen."
"Shut up!" Rave finally growled at the mist, his anger overwhelming reason. "My name isn't Omen, I'm not an omen! You're so frustrating! I'm so sick of you. I hate you! Get out of here, you freak!"
Rave swallowed, panic overtaking them. Oh, stars, had they really just called this malicious being a freak to their face? The sky cracked open, lightning peeling back the shadows and thunder breaking the silence of the vast floodplain. The bitter swirl of non-cat was writhing around Rave, kept at bay only by the glowing sticks wrapped around them. Rave crouched down low, quivering and hiding his face with his paws.
"How dare you speak to me that way!" The mist snarled over his head, sharply twisting and snapping back and forth, red mist crackling above Rave's cowering form. "You good-for-nothing weasel, you foul beast, wretched omen, you have no life in which you deserve a voice after that little-" The swirling vortex, previously calm, was cut off by a low, fast noise that Rave had to strain its ears to hear.
"...Go home, before I tear you apart." The mist growled after a pause. "I'll see you once you get a better head on your rotten, bad-luck shoulders."

Rave ran back to camp, its heart pounding as the thunder rolled over the forest and tears rolled over his cheeks. They had angered- no, infuriated- an otherworldly and powerful being who already had it out for them! Its fear-filled paws were slamming onto the ground and rocketing back up. They bolted into camp, running to their nest and curling up tightly against the wall, ignoring all questions from Clanmates. They refused to eat for the rest of the night. Rave... doesn't handle confrontation and fear well.

[DevinWyldeheart]

Username + ID: DevinWyldeheart, ID 1105533
Day: 2
Prompt: HowlingWind was out on a hunt in the area around the Meeting Lake when a low growl and a hiss sounded suddenly from behind him. He whirled around to face the source of the sound. In front of him stood a ragged looking cat he had never encountered previously. Scars marked the stranger's pelt and their torn ears were held back in anger. HowlingWind took a careful step back, uncertain of the exact intentions of the unknown cat, but assuming they weren't there to talk peacefully. He wasn't looking for a fight today. The stranger bared their teeth, hissing again, fur bristling. HowlingWind took off at a fast run back to the woods, trying to put as much distance between them as possible. The other cat didn't follow. Panting, HowlingWind sighed and decided he would give up hunting that area for now.

[Zentropy]

Username + ID: Zentropy + 75749
Day: 2
Prompt: Jasaffe | Ravenstar

It's not about the result, it's about the journey. That's the mantra that Jasaffe tries to keep to whenever a cat comes to him with an issue. Thankfully it hasn't been too often, but since there's only so many cat's to talk to day after day, some conflict is inevitable. Currently, there is some dissonance between Owltooth and his trainee, Shadepaw. Those two are like day and night sometimes. Neither of them have come forward about it, but even a blind mouse can tell something isn't quite right. Another leader might just change the pair and have some other cat mentor Shadepaw, but not Ravenstar. He wants the two of them to work through it so that they both come out stronger than before. Owltooth with patience and an open mind, and Shadepaw with focus and motivation. He has had many conversations with Owltooth about his thoughts and ideas for training, trying to defend Shadepaw and push Owltooth to maybe rethink some of his techniques in a constructive manner. On the other side, Jasaffe will get Shadepaw to open up about his interests or even goals in some casual conversation, showing that not everycat is out to get him. It's tough work, and sometimes both just end up angry and him for being too nosy, but Jasaffe has faith that it will all work out well.

[0Zero0]

Username + ID: 0Zero0 780482
Day: 2
Prompt: Elliot stood there promptly staring at the group of ducklings. The chocolate point had been here all morning since the crack of dawn, and it had been seemingly a standstill. He wouldn't move, and neither would the ducks. He was quiet, and determined, but there was also a gentle feeling beneath his skin. Despite his eyes glaring intently down at the several little chicks It appeared that his calm demeanor wasn't doing enough to change the situation. In Elliot's mind though, patience was key.

The goal was to herd the babies back into the pin so that they were safe for the day. Events were bound to happen, and it caused the poor animals to freak out and scatter. This was a conflict that had to be solved before the large noises of crowds in the streets were to begin. He had started early just for this reason, and he would patiently stand there till the lil ducks got it into there head. If push came to shove, he would have no choice but to pick them up one by one and carry them for there safety.

[ivyy.]

Username + ID: ivyy. 998449
Day: 2
Prompt: Cliffleap's first instinct when encountering danger? Run fast, run far. Trained by the strongest cat in the clan, Dingomane, he never seemed to grasp the whole concept of actually facing danger, especially when he's all alone- which he is a large majority of the time. Dingomane allowed him to behave this way knowing it'll still keep him alive, as long as he would be willing to defend his clanmates in case danger threatened them from inside the confines of their home in the Crater. Cliffleap knows that if a creature was threatening his friends and family, he would 100% fight it without a second thought... but that hasn't happened yet so why bother facing danger when you can run from it? He and Chollapatch seem to have very similar responses when scary things like predators or trauma come back to haunt them.

[149 words]

[Canis.]

Completed Day 2's Prompt | Conflict
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