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[No.6]

~User~
The Pumpkin King
~Cat name~
Frost
~Story~
A horrible frost swept through a little county. It was the worst frost that place remembered. In an alley, a beautiful black cat that the townsfolk called Felicity was having kittens. Felicity lay on a blue scarf, shivering and panting. Finally, she had three kittens. The first born was a mirror image to herself, a sleek black tom. The second was a small black she-cat with white speckles and odd, faint stripes. The last born was larger than the second, but smaller than the first. He looked like his sister, though his odd markings were larger and more visible. But the frost was too much for Felicity's kittens. The first two died. Later, the townsfolk would swear they saw new stars in the sky.

Felicity lived with her only son throughout the winter, barely leaving to eat so she could keep him warm on the blue scarf. When spring erupted, the kitten could open his eyes. He had stunningly blue eyes. Fellicity had never seen blue eyes that shade before. But when the kitten let out a tiny mew, Felicity's shock vanished and she became a doting mother again. On the day he could walk properly, the little tom asked; "Momma, what is my name?"
"Frost." Felicity answered immediatly, she had already been thinking about the frost that killed her other two kittens.
Frost smiled. He liked that name, though he did not understand the deeper meaning.

On the day of the first frost, Frost woke to a cold, emptiness beside him. He looked over and saw the spot his mother usaully slept on the scarf was empty. Frost pressed his nose to the scarf. He drank in his mother's scent. Stale. Frost sat up, tears in his eyes. He knew this day was coming, but he didn't want it to be today. Or any day, for that matter. Frost searched and called for his mother, refusing to accept the truth. Because the truth hurts, and it hurt Frost. Sniffling, Frost layed down and faced the facts. His mother was gone. Felicity had left him. She knew he didn't need her any more to survive.

Like all cats, Frost moved on. But he took the scarf with him. Unlike all cats, he refused to forget. He wanted to remember his mother. Always. And maybe find who the very stale, faint scents belong too, that hung to the scarf. Frost grew into a handsome cat, but he never found a mate. Cats were scared of him. They were stunned by the strange shade of blue his eyes were, which never changed since he was a kitten. They where shocked by the faint stripes connecting some of his spots. They were frightened by how the breeze always seemed to circle around his paws. Embaressed and outradged, Frost fled to the docks. He pondered flinging himself into the water to drown, but he was too entranced by his reflection to think anymore. Everything the cats had said were true. But they left out the details. They left out the beauty of every marking that colored himself. Frost loved it. He loved his uniqueness.

Frost returned to his cheerful self. Whenever he walked past a cat that used to make fun of him, a suspicious gust of wind would randomly topple them. Rumors flew around that the cat with the blue scarf was the Wind in the form of a cat. Frost didn't like these rumors. He saw himself as unique, but not godly. Frost once again escaped from these rumors by going to the docks, which no other cats ventured to in fear of falling in the water. Frost turned around to the sound of pawsteps. A sleek, lovely Russian Blue she-cat stood behind him.
"Hello. I'm Belladonna. May I sit next to you?" the Russian Blue she-cat had a distant voice, but it was beautiful. Like the wind whispering through a field of wildflowers.
Shocked that a cat had approached him, Frost jsut nodded, speechless. Belladonna stared straight at the lake, seeming as if she was still waiting for an answer. Frost looked at her eyes. Clear, milky blue eyes. Belladonna was blind. "Yes." Frost corrected himself for her benifit.

Belladonna sat down, and stared next to his face. Wind swirled around Frost's paws. "You're the Wind Cat, aren't you?" Belladonna meowed as the wind ruffled her fur.
"Frost" he corrected, "And I'm not the Wind Cat." Frost flattened his ears in embaressment.
"It's okay." Belladonna replied in her flowery voice, "I don't believe that nonsense." Frost thought his heart would burst with joy.

Frost and Belladonna met at the docks every day after that. They were soon in love. It was cold, but Frost waited faithfully by the docks for Belladonna like he did every day. She didn't show up that day. Or the next. Or any day. Frost felt his heart split when he relized he would never see Belladonna again. She was gone. Frost stayed by the docks for days, not moving or eating. Looking at the water during the day and at the stars during the night. One night, Frost heard Belladonna's vioce whispering to him. He looked up to the sky and saw a new star in the sky. He knew that star had to be Belladonna. Frost willed the wind to pick him up, to carry him to the stars. And it did, his blue scarf flapping on his tail.

Frost reached the realm of the stars. Thousands of cat souls still living on, the greatest constallations. A familiar scent washed over him. "Belladonna" Frost breathed.
"Yes, love." her voice replied, and a nearby star-spirit padded over to him. It was Belladonna, and she was just as perfect as the day Frost met her. "Come with me, love." Belladonna meowed, and she began to walk away. Frost raced after her, his paws walking along an invisible pathway. His scarf swayed, even though the wind was still. Frost followed Belladonna untill she stopped infront of three star-spirits huddled together. There was a sleek and beautiful she-cat, who was curled up with a two little kittens. "Wake up." Belladonna soothed.
The she-cat opened her eyes. She had lovely eyes. Warm, familiar eyes. "Mother!" Frost cried. The little kittens opened their eyes. A black tom who looked like Felicity stared up at him. A little she-cat who looked like Frost meowed; "Hello. They call me the Little Dipper." She shifted herself so Frost could see the constallation that formed her star-spirit. They seemed familiar... the scarf fluttered off of Frost's tail. Frost caught a whiff of their scent on the scarf. "They are your family." Felicity meowed, "Though they never grew up." Frost beamed. He had found his family at last.

Frost became known as "The Big Dipper" to humans. But every cat knew that The Big Dipper was actaully the Wind Cat, still living amongst the dead in the stars with his family.
~Art~

Here is my art! The heart is hard to read, but it says Belladonna + Frost
Frost and Belladonna Frost Chibi

[hazelnut.]

Isn't it closed today though?

[iFoopets]

Incredible app, Pumpkin King!

Topaz;; Nope, it ends tomorrow.^^

[Knuckles the Echidna]

User: Blueeyedwhit3000
Cat name: Saber
Story: Cutting across the frozen tundra, he has come across civilization. The people were afraid of him, almost as scared of him as he was of them. soon they understood that niether of them would hurt the other, and now Saber keeps a watchful eye on the town and keeps them from harm.
Art: I'm not a very good artist... I might write a poem later though! If that counts....

[Poofycat]

Could u pls extend the date a few days im in the middle of sandy we got a blackout am on phone i wanted 2 add art and extras but cant now and one of my friends that lives nearby also was thinking of entering thx

[hazelnut.]

Ah, thanks ^^

[iFoopets]

Could u pls extend the date a few days im in the middle of sandy we got a blackout am on phone i wanted 2 add art and extras but cant now and one of my friends that lives nearby also was thinking of entering thx

Definitely, I understand!

[No.6]

Finished my art! When I uploaded it to the picture, It looks like a lot of things are missing, but it will have to do.

[iFoopets]

That's really cute! <33