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This cat always seems to be getting into some scrape or trouble or other. What was their most recent misadventure? You have 1,000 words max- no minimum, but a written response is required- and a single optional drawing.
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Description: red classic tabby with white
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Edits: [nr] expression, ear notch, missing leg
[c] whiskers, eye shape, sclera color, pointed ears,
ear tufts [uc] heterochromia, mid fur
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[Embergleam]

Username: Embergleam
Cat Name: Flashbang
Gender: Male
Rank: problem Inventor
Clan: In The Wake Of Giants
Prompt:

Ivystar pinched the bridge of her muzzle and fought to keep her voice level.

"One more time, Flashbang. Lay it out for me. How did you end up like this?"

The cat in question didn't even have the grace to look ashamed of himself. If anything, he seemed proud of the collection of cuts, scrapes, bruises, and fresh burns he'd collected. The healers summoned to tend to him were significantly less so. Head healer Cloverpatch had read him the proverbial riot act whilst flushing the sand and saltwater from his wounds. Now it was Owlflight's turn. The more junior healer wasn't the type to yell, though, oh no. He was the type who got disappointed. In Ivystar's experience, that was somehow infinitely worse.

None of that seemed to have made so much as a dent in Flashbang's enthusiasm. He made to gesture with both front paws, promptly got swatted back to stillness, and launched into a ramble of epic proportions.

"Remember what Oceanfoam said about osprey messing with his fish traps?"

Ivystar nodded slowly, not entirely sure how 'fish-eagles stealing from traps' connected to 'moderate injury and deeply annoyed healers'.

"Oceanfoam's always so nice to me, and he was getting really frustrated with those birds, so I decided to help him! Except they were too big to just... tackle head-on. So I had to get creative."

A cold chill raced down Ivystar's spine, raising hackles the length of her back. Enochian and Voidsight had taught her all too well to start worrying when 'mad scientist' types got creative.

"I've been working on this new... stuff. I haven't quite got the formula down yet, but if you mix the right amounts of finely-ground campfire ash, that yellow rock from up in the mountains, and that weird salt from that dried-up riverbed, you get a blackish powder that burns really well. I call it firepowder!"

If Ivystar's heart had sunk previously, it dove now, settling in her stomach along with a full bucket of ice water.

"I don't like where this is going, Flashbang."

If the inventor heard, he gave no sign, too busy getting to the meat of his story: "There's not much on the beach that can burn, so I figured this was a good excuse to test my firepowder. I took a batch out there, packed it into a shell that could still close, crammed the shell into a fish I'd gutted, and put it in the trap.

"And it worked! The osprey fell for it! Except it... spotted me and kind of got scared. And the firepowder went off before it was supposed to. So both me and the bird got hit."

"You're telling me," Ivystar groaned, the absolute absurdity of the situation finally sinking in, "That you home-brewed explosives and then used them to blow up an osprey?! While you were in the line of fire!?"

"Well... I didn't mean to blow it up," Flashbang temporized, wiggling a paw in a dismissive sort of motion. "I just wanted to scare it really good. But hey, the end results are the same! It won't bother us again! AND I got to field-test my new toy!"

Ivystar forced herself to take ten slow, deep breaths, in through her nose and out through her mouth. Murdering one's clanmates was generally frowned upon, no matter how justified that murder felt in the moment. Murdering injured cats was considered especially despicable. Best to just... not.

But stars, it would feel good.

"Flashbang? New rule. No more explosives. Ever."

Flashbang seemed to deflate, ears, tail, and fur wilting under Ivystar's glare. For the first time since Oceanfoam had dragged him home bruised and bloodied, he actually looked properly chastened.

"Yes, ma'am. Sorry to scare you, ma'am."

It wasn't an apology, really, but it was the closest they were likely to get. Ivystar would have to take what she could get.

"From now on, you need a buddy whenever you're running dangerous experiments." A beat, then she snuck in a vital addition: "And it can't be either Voidsight or Enochian. Understood?"

Flashbang gulped. Busted. "Understood."

Ivystar had the distinct impression it wasn't, but only time would tell.

((693/1000 words!))

[opti-mism]

Username: opti-mism
Cat Name: Pepperstepper
Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Sparkclan
Prompt:
"Pepperstepper!" The snarl sounded through the echoing caverns of the camp. The white hot rage was clear, as the flame-red Tom realized in horror.

He hit the wrong target.

Mistytwist rounded the corner with murderous intent in her eyes. Well, he thought it was Mistytwist. The voice and smoldering green eyes matched, but the rest of her moved as an... amorphous blob of mud, sludge and seaweed. Every step she took was loaded with fury, needle sharp claws digging into the sandstone. "You.... DARE to do this? To me?!" Her yowls of anger took the three legged Tom to the floor, and he found himself kneeling before the small Molly.

"Mercy, pl-" was all that escaped the prankster, as Newtfoot snickered off to the side, earning his own glare from Mistytwist. "Do you KNOW how long this is going to take to get out of my glorious fur?" She wailed, giving herself a shake for good measure and splattering ooze 5 feet in each direction.

"You!" She cried pointedly, stalking ever closer to the ashamed Pepperstepper, the reek coming off her causing him to clamp his front paws over his nose. "Don't you DARE think of going anywhere, you're going to spend the next moon making sure my fur is pristine!" And Pepperstepper bowed his head, resigned to his fate.

"Why would you ever think that was a good idea?" Newtfoot asked as he trotted next to the slinking Pepperstepper, the pair following a fair few foxlengths behind a disgusting-smelling Mistytwist as they headed for the shore. "Well," the orange Tom trailed off.

"It was supposed to be you walking in from patrol, you mouse-brain. I didn't realize you switched shifts with Mistytwist, or I'd never have set it up." A small smirk crossed Pepperstepper's face, and he winked at the same-colored Tom with malicious intent. "So you'd better watch your back!"

[Skyweaver]

Username: Skyweaver
Cat Name: Sunfish
Gender: Male
Rank: Warrior
Clan: CherryClan
Age: 30 moons
Prompt:

A kit once asked me, "Sunfish, how’d you lose half your leg?"
Now, this is a very good question. A very, very good question. And the answer, my dear friends, is one of bravery, cunning, and absolute, unrelenting stupidity.
It all started with Lightningfur and his big mouth.
"You wouldn’t last a day as a RiverClan cat," he sneered, his whiskers twitching with smugness.
Now, I may be a proud ThunderClan warrior, but I also happen to be an idiot. And if there’s one thing I cannot tolerate, it’s being told I can’t do something. I absolutely can. Most of the time, I should not, but that’s beside the point.
So, naturally, I immediately jumped into the river.
Now, for those of you unfamiliar with how rivers work, let me explain:
1: Water is fast.
2: Water is unforgiving.
And 3: Water does not care about your ego.
So, the moment my paws left solid ground, I knew I had made a mistake.
"HELP!" I yowled, because as it turns out, I was not an excellent natural-born swimmer.
Lightningfur was doubled over on the bank, wheezing. "I TOLD YOU, YOU ABSOLUTE MOUSEBRAIN!"
Meanwhile, I was experiencing what some might call a very bad time.
The river was flinging me downstream like a poorly thrown moss ball. I twisted, flailed, and hit approximately twelve rocks, each one more personal than the last. And then—oh, then—I saw it.
A log.
Now, normal cats might think, Ah! A log! I shall grab onto it and save myself!
I am not a normal cat.
I thought, Ah! A log! I need to avoid it!
So I attempted to swim away from it, but since I had had no swimming experience whatsoever, I ended up turning myself around and landed SPLAT into a very hard rock.
And that is how, in a series of events that I will never fully understand, I ended up crushed between the rock and the log I had been attempting to get away from.
I tried twisting myself out, but then there was a loud CRACK.
I felt a sudden lightness.
And then—oh, there it was.
My leg.
Drifting away.
It was actually kind of mesmerizing, in a detached sort of way. I just… watched it. Floating. Tumbling in the current.
Lightningfur was screaming from the riverbank.
"SUNFISH, THAT’S YOUR LEG!"
"I know," I said.
"WHY AREN’T YOU PANICKING?"
I tilted my head. "I think I’m in shock?"
Lightningfur just shrieked.
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I paused, letting the words settle, watching as the apprentice in front of me, Squirrelpaw, sat in stunned silence.
His ears twitched. "That’s… it?"
I nodded sagely. "That’s it."
He opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. "You—you lost your leg. To a log."
"Technically, it was a rock. The log just assisted in the process."
Squirrelpaw blinked rapidly. "I was expecting some great battle! Maybe a fox attack! A badger! A—A ShadowClan warrior!"
I shrugged. "Nope. Just the river and a very questionable life choice."
He frowned. "So… what happened to the leg?"
I gave him my most serious look. "Some say it’s still out there. Floating. Wandering. Seeking revenge."
Squirrelpaw flattened his ears. "You're messing with me."
I leaned in, my voice dropping to a whisper.
"Am I?"
Squirrelpaw promptly turned and left.
Which was fair.

551/1000 words

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cat is extended per request 19th -> 20th rollover! ^w^
this is the 2nd and will be the final extension nless something comes up and i want to delay judging

[Amplify]

Username: Amplify
Cat Name: Flame
Gender: Male
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Here
Prompt:

The day had already been off to a bad start, with his stump aching in the sort of way no poppy seeds could help. His usual optimism was tempered, and frankly, he just wanted to sleep the day away. But he asked to go on a solo border patrol and by the ancestors he was going to do it no matter what. Things were finally getting back to some semblance of normal, and he refused to give that up. Solo patrols only covered part of the border, and were generally just excuses to be out and about away from camp by yourself, but still. Despite the fact that he was under strict orders to run if he encountered any danger, it was a solid next step to getting back into regular patrol rotation. That's what he told himself anyway as he miserably trudged through the wettest, and therefore hardest part to maneuver even with four legs, portion of their territory by no ones request but his own.

One would think he'd be more fearful, as it was in an area not unlike this one that a rogue alligator had taken his leg, but the only thing he feared is retiring at the young age of twenty-five moons. He'd only lost the leg in the first place was because he was protecting the apprentice shadowing him, and his senses were more than tuned enough to prevent him from being in the situation again. He knew it wouldn't happen again, he was certain of it. If he triple checked the waterways as he passed there was nothing more to it than being sure he was doing his due diligence in patrolling the border.

He knew his clanmates only had his best interests at heart as he was still recently recovered for such an injury, but he'd always been the sort of cat that didn't hesitate, just did. Despite everything, he still wanted to be that cat. But the truth was that things had changed, and he had to relearn everything, and it was impossible to relearn everything he learned his whole life in the span of a couple moons. He knew they all believed in him, and he believed in himself, but time was a factor. It was just unfortunate that being patient was never one of his strong suits.

His eyes flicked to the water. Was it just him, or were there bubbles forming at the surface? Looking carefully, it seemed to be just a trick of the light. Moving on, it seemed as if the water rippled wherever he went, even though he did not touch it. The fish were active that day, he could see the glint of their scales even as they swam through relatively murky water. He kept moving on, only stopping to check for the dawn patrol's scent markers and any residual scent that may indicate some other cat or creature came by.

Splash.

Leaping to the side, in an instant Flame found himself covered in muck as he landed in a shallow pond. Scrambling back, the pounding in his ears gradually subsided as he found that a frog had jumped into the larger pool nearby, creating the noise that startled him. Standing up, there would be no hiding his jaunt into water, even if he washed himself off in the stream in the other part of their territory. If anyone asked, it was a snake that may have been venomous, he swore to himself even as he knew he'd make a joke of it within the week once the embarrassment wore off. It was proof his reaction time was still there, even if misguided.

Shaking himself off, he decided to call it early, heading towards the stream to at least rid himself of the mud and part of the smell. Maybe solo bordering wasn't all he cracked it up to be. It was just as boring as he had always found it, more stressful, and not at all like regular patrols where he'd be with his clanmates anyway. While he wouldn't be leading regular patrols yet, there was nothing wrong with just taking part in them, and there was nothing wrong with taking his time getting back into them regularly. Perhaps there was even something that Bark could offer for the pain he was feeling too; it couldn't hurt to ask.

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Username: Embergleam
Cat Name: Flashbang
Gender: Male
Rank: problem Inventor
Clan: In The Wake Of Giants
Prompt: -snip-

enjoyed reading this very much.... cat making a bomb... Flashbacng, brilliant. take him.

however. i have decided. i enjoyed the others as well. everyone with a complete form will be getting a ru! :)
opti-mism, Skyweaver and Amplify <3 i enjoy your disaster kitties and will message you once your rus are done and approved