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How did they meet their friend?

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[b]username:[/b]
[b]clan:[/b]
[b]name:[/b]
[b]age:[/b] (min. 2 years/24 moons)
[b]gender:[/b]
[b]prompt:[/b]

[BingoDingo03]

username: BingoDingo03
clan: Old Elven's Bonfire
name: Kyrr
age: 50 yrs
gender: feminine (she/her)
prompt:



i went crazy over this. i mean the ending's a bit meh but yeah (click on the pic)

[solstice roses!]

username: solstice roses!
clan: FloodClan
name: Scratchtoll
age: 45 moons
gender: afab boy, she/her
prompt: Amber eyes met amber eyes. Paw Scratch's trembling body was covered in blood seeping from two long, twin gashes that stretched from her shoulder to her spine. The black tom was hiding in a culvert, muscles spasming as she stared at the large canine.
"Please," the young, dark tom whispered, voice thin and terrified, "Help me."
Paw Scratch's fur was flat, save the disturbed and blood-matted fur around her wounds. Her smooth coat should have been at least ruffled by the Spiraling Wind that had just ripped through the area -- the young pup found it odd that wasn't the case. Either way, Lull of Night was still going to help nurse this dog-tongued cat back to health.

[Alizba]

username: Alizba
clan: The Frozen Leaf
name: Mage
age: 6 years old
gender: Male
prompt:

Mage had met their fluffy friend who name is The Blizzard Heart (Or Blizzard for short) when they lived back in the village. At the time they were running from a pack of dogs chasing them. They got stuck in an ally way but then Blizzard came along and shared them away! After that Mage started to fallow Blizzard everywhere and they been friends ever since then!

[WetPaint23]

username: WetPaint23
clan: The Nest
name: Chough
age: 6 years
gender: Nonbinary (they/he)
prompt:

The creature stood towering over the little kitten, featureless in the light of the moon. The kitten shuddered, crouched down in the beast's shadow, staring wide-eyed up at the monster before them.

"M-Mama?" The kitten called out, their voice barely more than a whisper. But there was no Mama here, not now. She has fled the moment she saw the beast, dropping Chough into the snow before disappearing into the forest. Chough was on their own that night.

They couldn't see the thing's eyes. Its body blotted out the light of the moon, a motionless figure casting shadows that stretched far across the ground. The night was silent, the tense atmosphere broken only by the whistling of the wind cutting across the mountainside. Chough felt the fur on their spine ripple as a bone chilling howl reached their ears, drowning out the noise of the wind. Chough had heard that sound before, but never from that close. Their mother had told them stories of the colorless ghost that wandered the mountain, stalking the living silently through the night, undetectable among the snow. The ghost's song was the only warning sign before it attacked, an unnearthly sound that filled anyone who heard it with both pure terror, and a strange sense of awe. The howl seemed to come from all directions at once, reverberating off the stone sides of the mountain. They could almost feel the ghostly song, the tone seeming to vibrate within their very bones. Chough couldn't decide whether they wanted to turn and run, or move towards the source of the call. All of their instincts told them to bolt, get away as fast as they could. Maybe if they were fast enough, they could find Mama again. But something, something beneath their instincts, pulled them forward and towards the ghostly figure. The little kitten crouched there, frozen in their fear and indecision, staring up at the ghost before them.

It turned out that Chough didn't have to act, as the spirit stepped towards them. It's paw didn't seem to leave footprints in the snow as it moved forward, further cutting off the moon's light. The haunting song had tapered, soft echos as the only remaining remnants. Chough let out a soft whimper as the ghost grew closer. They squeezed their eyes shut, preparing themselves for the inevitable end once the phantom snapped it's jaws shut over their body.

The thing's nose was suprising solid, for being a ghost. It pressed into Chough's neck, taking small snuffling breaths in and out, ruffling their fur with each huff. Chough cautiously peeked open one eye, squeaking in suprise at the warm golden gaze that met their own. The creature drew back for a moment, as if taking the look of Chough in. After a moment the muzzle got close again, but this time a smooth, warm tongue began to rasp over the kitten's face. It felt nice, kind of comforting, almost like when Mama was cleaning them after a meal. Chough found themselves leaning into it, resting their head against the ghost's forelegs. No, not ghost. They weren't quite sure what it was, but this creature was most definitely not a ghost. It was too warm, too alive, to be a ghost. Despite their fear, Chough began to softly purr. The creature's fur was dry and warm, protecting them from the biting wind.

The wolf, satisfied with its cleaning job, reached down and scooped Chough up by the scruff. The kitten's fear suddenly came back in a flash, the comfortable warmth disappearing. They struggled a bit at first, swinging windly through the air as they batted their paws, but the wolf didn't react. She turned and began to trot down the side of the mountain, carrying Chough along with her. Chough's body bounced a bit as she moved, but not uncomfortably so. The wolf stopped close to the mountain base and began nudging her way along the cliffside, before slipping through a crevasse inbetween two large stones.

She gently placed Chough on the ground, within a small divit carved into the stone. It took a few moments for their eyes to adjust to the darkness, and they quickly began to look around. The hole was lined with leaves and moss, forming a suprisingly comfortable nest where they rested their paws. Small peeping noises reached Chough's ears, and they turned their head towards the noise. To their suprise, another ghost... no another wolf, lay next to them. It was pale in color and absolutely tiny, eyes still squeezed shut and little paws churning against the moss. The bigger wolf made her way back over to the nest, carefully laying down to avoid squishing either baby. The pup's cries immediately quieted as it nestled against its mother, curling up and almost disappearing within her fur. The wolf turned its sights to Chough, her calm golden gaze oddly comforting. After a short second of hesitation, Chough took an uncertain step forward. After the wolf didn't move, they took another step. And then another. And another.

Chough collapsed against the wolf, suddenly exhausted. A sense of peace washed over them and the wolf began to groom them again, her tongue gently smoothing back the fur on their head. They nestled in closer, yawning widely. The wolf smelled a bit odd, not like their own mother, but still nice. Like wind and moss. Not like a ghost at all. The pup next to them squeaked in his rest, turning his head and resting his nose against Chough's cheek. Chough's eyes slid shut as they slowly kneaded their paws into the wolf's fur, feeling warm and safe for the first time that night.

[EchoIre]

mark!!

[Moonlight heavens]

username:Moonlight Heavens
clan:Hailwolf clan (will link)
https://toyhou.se/_LunarLynx_/characters/folder:6484146
name:Úlfvígr
age: 2 years
gender:male
prompt:

Hailwolf clan has a long standing history with the wolves that lives upon their territory. (The Wolf’s Bond namely the leader's trail)
Unlike other Clans, Hailwolf Clan’s leader is not chosen by StarClan alone—they must also be accepted by The Wolves of the Mountain.

Upon becoming leader, they must travel the Wolf’s Path and seek a wolf companion.
If a wolf bonds with them, it is a sign that they are the true Icefang. If no wolf chooses them, they are seen as unworthy and must relinquish their leadership.The bond between leader and wolf is lifelong. If the leader’s wolf dies, it is considered an omen of their own approaching death.)

Úlfvígr was no leader, only a small kit with a big dream. He wishes to be brave. Before his new name he was called Smári (little/small one). For his small statue even among his fellow littermates. He was usally mocked and teased saying he was not worthy of calling himself a Hailwolf cat. Instead he had a gentle and kind nature with some smarts to match. He heard the stories of how their current leader Sköllulf took the leader's trail and how he gained his companion.

He wanted to be brave too and wanted to stop the constant teaseing too. So when none was looking he snuck out. Only a small kit...into the frozen plains towards the mountains. He had to run from predators, bare the cold... It was hard. He didn't do it to become a leader but he did it to be seen as more as 'small one'. As he ventured deeper he heard the eerily howls of the wolves. He wanted to turn back feeling fear course through him. When he was suddenly attacked by a fox. He yowled and fought back but it was useless as the fox tore into his fur and flesh. He thought he whould die that day if it wasn't for the streak of white fur that darted into his vision. Tackleing the fox off him,he scrambled to his paws.

Instead of killing the fox, the wolf had shown mercy. Gently releasing the fox as it watched it scurry off. And with gentle licks cleaned the wounds of the young kit. Needless to say he returned that day upon the back of his new companion. Sköllulf was suprised for something like this never happened before. But Smári told him he didn't want his position and whould much rather become a runespeaker (medicine cat). He didn't wish to be a leader as he told him he only wanted to be brave. Sköllulf asked him what his companion was called as the small kit smiled. "Njáll".

Sköllulf responrd with a smile. "Smári never before had a kit braved the leaders trail...I should have known something great was to occur when I saw the white stag this morning...From today you are no longer named Smári but Úlfvígr." (Úlf" means wolf in Old Norse.. "Vígr" means ready for battle, brave, or warrior-like.)

[dimi.]

Hello! Please renumber this cat to 196, a numbering mishap occurred.

[Zentropy]

username: Zentropy
clan: Emberclan
name: Yakhannin | Swallowmoon
age: 4 years, 11 moons
gender: AMAB
prompt:
The scent of blood and mud filled the air, its stench forever to be etched into Yakhannin's mind. He remembers little else from that day, having fainted from the lightning pain striking up and down his side and was now left with empty holes where memory should be.

Yakh remembers being in camp that morning, and seeing the medicine cat for an update on his face wound. Thankfully the enemy's claws avoided his eyes or he would be fully blind, but the scar remains a permanent reminder of why you don't go face first into a badger den. A lesson Yakh will carry well and drive deep into his future apprentices, lest they follow the same risk. Fading in and out of consciousness, fear grips Yakh's very soul. Will I die here, alone? Is anycat out there to help me, anything? It's getting so cold. The thought of his future acts as a tiny star against an endless darkness. Any familiar scent has been erased by the turmoil around him. Sounds of battle. Yowling and cries.

A sudden memory surfaces, of a patrol tracking a strange scent. A lone predator, something incredibly skilled at stalking and yet oddly familiar? Yakh feels himself recede back into the darkness, a blissful numbness compared to the agony of wakefulness. He recalls an elder saying that one relives their whole life moments before they climb to Starclan, but said nothing of the seemingly eternal emptiness beforehand. The thoughts of Starclan startle him enough to make another attempt at regaining his focus and finding a safe escape. He feels his right legs stir, but the left remain stubbornly still.

Moments or hours pass, Yakhannin isn't able to tell. The sounds of battle have stopped, and a cold drizzle is all that he can sense from the world around him. Something white moves nearby, but his eyes refuse to focus on it. He can feel it's hot breath on his fur as it investigates. If you are going to eat me, get on with it! Instead, he feels the creature gently roll him onto a branch, which allows for it to drag him without irritating his wounds more than necessary. The movement does allow Yakh to wake up a bit, and he sees a long white snout, two yellow eyes matching his own, and the unmistakable scent of wolf. Oh Starclan, this isn't what I had in mind when I asked for help.

[Hush]

username: BingoDingo03
clan: Old Elven's Bonfire
name: Kyrr
age: 50 yrs
gender: feminine (she/her)
prompt:



i went crazy over this. i mean the ending's a bit meh but yeah (click on the pic)

Love the art and how in-depth the back story for them is! They seem like a fun pair!.

10 FF each to Zentropy, Moonlight Heavens & WetPaint23 for the great entries there! It was hard to choose a winner for this one for sure!