Username: ravenix
Cat Name: Porcelainmask
Gender: Demigirl (She/Aer)
Rank:Guard/Warrior
Clan:Fangclan
Age: 49 Moons
Kitty trying out for: B#494K1
Prompt:
As a guard, Mask will mostly patrol the city limits, whereas rogues raid other clans and twoleg towns, and warriors patrol through the entire mountain—including the valleys and plateaus. Because there are so few in the clan at this point, she will also assume the role of a warrior, as Slipbite does as well even though they are a medicine cat. Because they will be the only ones out on patrol (Fang and Ruin are needed for upkeep; you can’t leave your clan unguarded), I plan to force a bond between them and have a good pair of friends. Then I might have Mask begin crushing on Slipbite. This would be a problem because Slipbite is aroace and, despite being indifferent to both, would not appreciate her best friend having a crush on them. That would lead to a lot of heartbreak on Mask’s part because ae would know that. Eventually, though, they would persevere and become even better friends for it, even if Mask looks at Slipbite with more reverence than one should a friend.
Username: ravenix
Cat Name: TotalDestruction (Chaos) + Mayhem
Gender: Nonbinary (They/Dawn)
Rank:Rogue/Deity
Clan: Fangclan
Age: undefined
Kitty trying out for: B#546K2
Prompt:
Once upon a time, Chaos got an unholy kick out of a joke dawn played on a clan. See, every morning, dawn would put a large stick in the middle of the clan. Of course, they would keep disposing of it, but dawn would find it and put it right back there the next morning. The first few days, the clan was just confused. Then, as days passes into moons, they started to freak out, thinking it was sent by a deity with terrible intentions for them, as a warning of sorts. Which made it all the more hilarious for Chaos, because it was sort of true. The clan started to pull the nearest clans into it, and so Chaos began leaving large sticks in the middle of their camps, as one does. So all of the clans in that area were in full-blown turmoil. And then Chaos took all of the sticks away. And the pandemonium that ensued was worth all of dawns trouble. Watching the clans go to war over what to do filled dawn with a rush of immense pride. This was what dawn was made to do. It was so fufilling.