Username: BingoDingo03
Cat Name: Penne
Gender: afab genderpunk molly (she/star/it/fae)
Rank: tough-claw/ (junkyard)
Clan: The Forgotten FarmyardAge: 22 yrs
Kitty trying out for: #1481Prompt:The best place in Penne’s opinion ought to be the Hall! Cats come here to wind down after a long day. Penne meets up with faer friends here, sharing their experiences of the day. It’s nice here, as there are places to play games, chat, relax, read, and train. Considering how spontaneous Penne is, it’s great!
Username: BingoDingo03
Cat Name: Twine
Gender: amab rosboy (fie/fir)
Rank: florist/gardener (the tamed)
Clan: The Forgotten FarmyardAge: 3 yrs
Kitty trying out for: #1128Prompt:Twine holds a solemn memory close in fir flowers. Its history lingers as a reminder of Twine and Periwinkle’s friendship. The two, alongside their old group, lived together as a huge colony called the Wildflowers. They were young and playful, ignorant of the adults’s turmoil. They were close like glue, a trusting sibling-like bond between them. The kits were the quiet sort, they’d rather study and roll in flowers than be loud and rowdy like some others. Here, behind their camp, was their secret garden.
At this time, Twine was discovering themself, realizing that fie’s okay with being feminine. Twine wasn’t comfortable with coming out to the others, as most cared about something else at the time. Twine couldn’t understand what, fie’ll they them later. So instead, Twine went straight for Peri with the news. Periwinkle, supportive as ae was, had to celebrate! Ey just came out to Twine beforehand, so this was time for joy in this dull camp! They went to their garden and set up a fun little ceremony. A token of love, hope, and their undying friendship, they two gifted each other flowers. One decorated with white, the other dressed in varied colors. Both felt a joy they never felt before. The two playfully entwined their flowers into their fur, a trick taught by the older cats. Twine wished this moment last forever…
Months later, a storm was brewing overhead. The cats had to move to higher grounds as instructed by their leader, meaning the friends had to abandon their quiet garden. As their group evacuated the site, Periwinkle was snatched away by a wave. Twine screeched in panic as fie reached a paw, attempting to grab eir. The rapids were too much however, and ripped Periwinkle from Twine’s grasp. Twine had been haunted since. Most of the group were swept away as well departed after the terrible storm, leaving Twine with no one. The tearful look in Peri’s eyes, the screeches, the petals being torn from sap’s pelt. The only thing remaining of fir friend was the small white flowers Periwinkle once had.
It’s been years ago, Twine now resides with The Tamed. These flowers, a reminder of a friendship made of a time of innocence, ripped away by a flood. Twine hasn't seen fir friend in years. Twine has been holding on to the fact that maybe, hopefully, Periwinkle is alive and well somewhere. Fie begs firself to remember Periwinkle once they cross paths again. Fie could bear to lose all the memories they shared together, not while the flowers still clung to fir pelt. Clutching fir flowers, fie squeezes fir eyes shut, wishing for for friend to find aer way back to Twine.
Username: BingoDingo03
Cat Name: Feldspar
Gender: aiab mingender (thy/thym)
Rank: guard/hunter (former clan)
Clan: The Forgotten FarmyardAge: 40 yrs
Kitty trying out for: #720Prompt:Thy would definitely be a gray color… Mute, depressing, simple. Just how Feldspar likes it. Feldspar doesn’t get way everything needs to be so bright and loud? It’s peaceful being bland, as you don’t have to live up to others expectations all the time. Too energizing for this slow cat. Gray may be boring, but there’s so much you can make out of it, without making a fool of yourself.
Username: BingoDingo03
Cat Name: Vermin
Gender: afab molly (he/fog)
Rank: spirit speaker (desert)
Clan: The Forgotten FarmyardAge: 72 yrs
Kitty trying out for: #409Prompt:As a kitten, Vermin was lonely. He didn’t fit in well with the other kits. Being an introverted asocial kitten raised in the same batch as extroverted social kittens was seen as odd to others. Some adults found them creepy, whilst some kittens found them weird. He was happy in his own company, fogs fathers saying, “do whatever makes you happy.” After seeing their kitten talk to thin air on a daily basis, as if someone, or something was there, worried them.
Vermin did find company in someone however. Their own imaginary friend, Trills. Trills was a weird creature, it looked like a cat, but its ears were like a donkey’s, its tail was long and curled. But its eyes were warm with care, as its heart was golden. Despite many other creatures romping about, Trills was the only best friend Vermin ever had.
As the kits ignored him or the adults mocked Vermin, fogs friend would take him to his happy place. They’d tell each other stories, catch small lizards, normal things for a desert kit. For an imaginary friend, they sure did know a lot beyond a kit’s knowledge. Thanks to that, Vermin, despite his age, had an excessive amount of knowledge. They both found the others' reactions silly. Trills was the only one whom Vermin felt could understand him well. It felt nice that it never gave fog an odd look.
Even at the age Vermin’s at now, Trills never parted his side, and that’s fine with him. Who needs to acquaint themselves with other cats who call them an oddball and exclude fog from conversations when they have Trills?
