[I Like Bees]

Username: I Like Bees
Clan: The Edge

Quest Number: 2

Draw your silliest cat as an obscure emoji. Get creative!

Response:

+ more eventually

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[StormSerpent]

Username: StormSerpent
Clan: Universes Eclipse

Quest Number: #1. Draw or write about a random fact about your clan. The sillier, the better!
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Username: StormSerpent
Clan: Universes Eclipse

Quest Number: #2. Draw your silliest cat as an obscure emoji. Get creative!
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Fish as


Wallace as


Peter as
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Username: StormSerpent
Clan: Universes Eclipse

Quest Number: #3. Which of your cats has the funniest backstory? What is it?
Response:

John Smith, the janitor, was staring at nothing, and thinking about what meal he could microwave tonight as he rode the bus home from work.
Pay cuts, his boss had mentioned that the company was investing in machines to do his job for him. His career was looking mighty bleak, he might have to find a new job, but these mega-corporations were all the same to him anyways. As long as it paid the bills, as long as he and his mother could live a reasonably comfortable life, he wasn’t looking for anything glamorous, he didn’t need to be special. Frankly, he was quite satisfied being one of the many faceless masses, inconsequential in the grand scheme of things. It was a comfort, no one was counting on him, he could just do his own thing.

Ah! But life could never be so sweet and simple. Not when one is a cartoon character. I’m sure all of us except John himself are aware of what sort of a story this is leading up to.

Blissfully unaware of a future he could never dare to conceive, our naive protagonist stepped off the bus and started on his way for a pit stop at the public restrooms. But before he made it, he was swept aside by a cat draped in shadows.
“Is this a mugging?” He squints tiredly at them, trying to get a read on the situation. “What do you want, this half eaten orange and a 20? I really don’t want to miss my shuttle, the next one’ll have me home after midnight…”
“Are you John Smith?” The figure asks
“The one and only.” The humor of this joke seems to go over the stranger’s head.
“You’ll be coming with me.”
“Schedule an appointment with my receptionist.” He turns to leave, but with a buzz and a dizzying flash, he finds himself somewhere entirely new. No longer amidst the bustle of the transportation plaza, sheer silence. It’s just the two of them in a plain gray room with no windows or doors. This is the first sign that maybe he’s gotten into something serious.

“First, I must bring to your attention the existence of the multiverse.” This is the second sign, that maybe he’s gotten into something extremely serious.
“Right, so you’re crazy.”
“Perhaps, but this is irrelevant. Now, don’t interrupt me.”
“You kidnapped me-“
“AhEM- What I am trying to explain is the secret of the universe, it’s kind of important so pay attention.”
John takes a breath in to say something else.. But-
“The more you interrupt me, the longer this will take.”
“You win.”
“This multiverse is all encompassing, it is reality. This entire universe that we’re currently in, is one of countless just like it. These different planes, or dimensions, have branched off from each other during cataclysm events across the eons. Some are almost exactly the same, some have vast changes, and some are entirely alien.”
“Skip to the point. I watch sci-fi sometimes, I get it.”
“Well, fine then. Context aside, I take it you agree to be the sole defender of the multiverse?”
“What?”
“Shall I continue as I was?”
“Fine.”

They take a deep breath in, set out to continue their certainly very important story. “A common thing seen across these dimensions, is dopplegangers-“
“Paperhangers?”
“What? No, dopplegangers, like, copies of the same person, but slightly different, reflected on eachother between time and space.”
“That’s called having kids.”
“What did I say about interrupting me?” Well, John thought it was funny. “In the dimension I hail from, I knew you. Not, this you of course. But a different version of you, a hero, a defender of justice, a savior. And together we set out to do what no one else would. Protect the universe from any threats to the delicate balance between dimensions as awareness of their existence grew. Unfortunately my dear John Smith is no longer with us. But his legacy must live on. No one could ever replace him, but you, you are him.”

This story is so absurd, so silly, that John actually laughs, right in their face! “Well there’s a million John Smiths!? I’m not cut out for this and I don’t want to be! Go find someone else to torment with your crazy sci-fi story!?”
“You’re not… interested in the offer? But, John Smith has always been a hero…” It’s at this point that confusion flips vice versa.
“Probably a different John Smith! I ain’t a hero, just some guy trying to make a living!”
“I see, I seem to have made a critical error.”
“Great! We’re at an understanding! Can I please go home now? I have some mac and cheese just waiting to go in the microwave!”
“Well… I’ve already explained the situation to you. Uh. This is very sensitive information that you are now aware of.” The mysterious powerful aura seems to be melting away as they falter.
“So? You say you’re from another dimension! You teleported us here! Just wipe my memory and send me on my way!”
“Er- I don’t… have that technology.”
“A good ol’ frying pan will do the trick! C’mon man, it doesn’t matter, I literally don’t care about ANY of this! I just want to go home!”
“You make it sound very simple. I hope you can make use of this skill when fixing issues across the multiverse.” Their composure is regained!
“And what if I don’t? What if I refuse. Because I have no intention of doing any of this!”
“Well… if no one stops the threats against all existence… then I guess yourself, along with everyone you know and love will die a horrible death and life itself will end?”
“Damn, that’s a fair point-“ Pause “Hey! Wait, no! Someone else can do it! Literally anyone else! I don’t care- why don’t you do it!?”
“I do my best, but protecting the entirety of existence is not a one person job. It’s a two person job.”
“Okay- well, you said that you’re just looking for a me from a different universe right? So go find another me from another universe!”
“Wonderful, another showcase of your problem solving nature.”
“Yes, well I am a maintenance man- so go take my advice and harass another me!”
“There’s…. An issue with your plan.” … No elaboration.
“Well? Spit it out!”
“They’re all unfortunately deceased, you’re the last John Smith I was able to find.”
“I know like, ten John Smiths.”
“I mean, that are dopplegangers of the original hero. Of which I have now confirmed that you are.”
“Okay, well, you’re declining to mention how literally every other me wound up dead. It really doesn’t make your offer more enticing AND when it gets me killed too, you’re still gonna have the same problem as if I’d never agreed in the first place!”
“All very good points, just like the original, you’ll make a fine protector of the universe.”
“I was your last choice.”
“That’s besides the point!”

And after a great deal more debate, it seems that our dear friend John here, has been promoted from boring corporate janitor… to…. janitor of the multiverse! Insert magical girl transformation here!

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[Ember the Wolf]

Username: Ember the Wolf
Clan:Willowclan

Quest Number: 2
Response:
Celiing cat Ft: Yellowtail

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[MireyaDC]

Username: MireyaDC
Clan: Echeide Clan

Quest Number: 1
Response: WIP
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Quest Number: 2
Response:

[razr]

Username: razr
Clan: renatulus

Quest Number: 2
Response:

[Amplify]

Username: Amplify
Clan: Here

Quest Number: 1
Response:

On the first new moon of Summer each year a newly appointed warrior is chosen as a sacrifice to Great Light Bug Swarm. It is a cloud of flickering glowing bugs that passed through a specific field near the edge of Marsh Clan’s territory every year, at the same time. Kits and apprentices who rarely left camp unaccompanied, let alone at night, never had the chance to see them, leaving newly appointed warriors ripe for the picking for clan pranksters. The warrior would be told fantastical tales of the glowing bugs being the most delicious thing in the world, and how only one new warrior was chosen each year to eat them alongside the seasoned members of the clan that knew where to find them. In truth, these bugs tasted terrible, with the acidic flavor lingering on the tongue for at least a day or two depending on the number eaten. But they caused no lasting harm, and as such a tradition was born, with every pranked cat looking to pass on the tradition to the next generation. At the end of the day, the sight of the bugs was still something to behold, and usually they kept a prey item nearby to help mute the taste; after they’ve had a laugh of course.

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Quest Number: 2
Response:

Featuring Meteor as 🪂

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Quest Number: 3
Response:

Chipmunk had at some time been convinced by her siblings that she was, well, a chipmunk. With her rounded cheeks and ears, she looked nothing like her family. Her mother insisted she looked just like her grandfather, but she’d never met her grandfather, and who was to say that he wasn’t a chipmunk?? At the time it made sense, she always said in defense of herself, not that it helped her case. Ultimately, it was only after she set out on her own to find her ‘real’ family that she realized her siblings had just been messing with her, which involved her scaring a bunch of squirrels and other rodents and likely making hunting harder for a few days.

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