[PeanutButterRum]

Username: Mackstarr
Cat Name: stormcloud
Clan: Forum/viewtopic.php?f=103&t=3716724
Rank: warrior
Gender: Tom
Age: adult
Description: A black smoke long hair with yellow-green eyes
Other Features: None
Siblings: None alive

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Father: Foundation
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Dam: Foundation
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[Sunlitsecrets]

Username: Sunlitsecrets
Cat's Name: Orion (later Stonedust)
Cat's gender: male
Clan Thread: FrontierClan
age: 45 moons
rank: council

Prompt:
"Dusk! Dust! Beaver?" cries the older cat, lost in his mind and lost in the smoke as the fire burns around him. The circus is in ruins, wood and fabric scattered in chaotic piles, and the hungry flames are burning up everything, devouring everything in its path.
. He calls out for his friends again, but they're gone now, aren't they? Everyone's gone. They've gone and left him in the fire, sure that he's already dead. Maybe he is, and he just doesn't know it yet. Wouldn't that be unfortunate? What a way to go, trapped here in the old circus tent, dead in his home.
. "Please... Dust... you said we'd always be there for each other," he whispers, inching backwards, away from the ash and smoke that's coating his fur. But nobody answers. Orion is alone in the world... and he's never felt so desperate in his life.

- - - -

The fire closes in and Orion, fearing for his life, panicked and scared, does the ridiculous thing.
. He runs right through the flames, runs for his life. He feels the flames lick his fur, feels the pain -
. The cliff is right there, his way away from all the terror and trouble, it's not that big of a drop, is it, and he's not thinking straight anyway, his fur is burning and he can smell the smoke -
. He jumps, falls 20 feet, and lands in the river below. The world goes dark, and as everything fades Orion thinks if I wake up again... I'm going to find Dust... and slap the ridiculous fool in the face.

[Venatici]

markin, may enter if I have time ^^

[stormzien]

Res

[**Snowwhisper**]

Username: **Snowwhisper**
Cat's Name: Sootclaw
Cat's gender: Male
Clan Thread: Frostclan

Prompt:


When has this cat been trapped before and how did they get out of it? Was it a two legs animal trap? Was it a lie that they told that was impossible to get out of? You tell me!

WIP!

[alokesti]

Username: alokesti
Cat's Name: smokefeather
Cat's gender: tom (male)
Clan Thread: rushclan
Prompt:
idea - trapped in a love triangle

wip

[clouds-move-on]

Username: ☁Lady Raincloud☁
Cat's Name: Smokethorn
Cat's gender: Male
Clan Thread: NocturneClan

Prompt:

This was a trap of his own setting.
After the battle he lived his life, everyday, as if his lungs were being choked by smoke- a pitiful wording born in mockery to his own name in his troubled thoughts- and every night he had to force himself to hide any tears. It was shameful. He was not a young, naive warrior, kit or apprentice anymore. He'd fought in many battles, and he'd won his share, he'd hunted and scavenged for his clans for literal years.

Yet nothing was more stifling and heart wrenching, or even frightening, as this trap. It was strange- he'd only chosen to stay loyal to SerenadeClan. That was all it took. His mate was the new leader's sister, he couldn't do otherwise, even if his father's family were all rooting for Fishsong's continued reign, his darling Petalnose's views and concerns seemed to melt away all others. He was quite lost whenever the she-cat was gone, and lost still when she was there- in her voice, her eyes, how kind and noble she was!

He looked to her one night as he thought of this. His sister, Shadedflower, had often whispered to him that Petalnose was a deceiver, that she wanted to take him away from his true loyalties, and those who really loved him. Yet whenever he saw his mate, he could never believe it. He still didn't, especially now they had 5 grown kittens- may Kestrelwing rest in peace, however- and that wasn't including their two, beautiful little ones, who lay nestled up to their mother next to him. He could be happy here, with her!

Yet his mind echoed with the screams and growls of that terrible last battle. He'd seen his brother's kits and mate die at his own allies paws! And what had he done? He hadn't done anything. He'd just watched in silence. He'd even fought with his father, and it wasn't just words- to his very hour, Tempestshadow had a large scar going across his right eye which left it blind. Smokethorn would never forget the look of betrayal which shone in his eyes then.

Now he was trapped by his own thoughts of this day. Of the thoughts of seeing Tempestcloud, his brother named for their father, crying out for him to do something while Frostedflakes lay dying. While Edgewalker and Snowsight were being slammed into the cave walls by their former clanmates. And finally when Heronwhisker- this was Petalwnose's brother- when he took song to his name and banished each and every cat who dared still support the now deceased Fishsong.

It make matters worse, Fishsong had been his uncle. His own kin and he up and turned against him. What kind of loyalty was this? What truly mattered, the cats of SerenadeClan, or his now exiled kin who he truly, and deeply loved.

He looked down at his mate and kits again as he thought. He let his sigh stay fixed on them, for a moment. Barnaclekit looked just like him, and Dapplekit was as beautiful as her mother. He loved these three too. Yet it pained him to look at them.

And he knew then he couldn't stay in this trap anymore.
He wasn't sure Petalnose really was a liar.
But he was a deceiver, even if she wasn't.
He'd deceived himself, his clan, his mate and his family when he thought his loyalty lay with SerenadeClan.

There was only one thing to do.
He would go after them, and leave this lie behind him. Forever.

[Rabid_Jaguar]

Username: Rabid_Jaguar
Cat's Name: Shadowfoot
Cat's gender: Male
Clan Thread: SteelClan

Prompt:

Shadowfoot's first memory is of when he was a kitten on the street, hungry and alone. It was at this time that he was taken in by his Twoleg owner; he would be forever grateful to them for taking him in when he was young and needed help, but he was never truly happy confined to the small den.

As a kittypet, he had the name Shadow. Shadow spent much of his time staring out the windows, imagining himself pouncing on the birds and rats that sat tantalizingly outside his window. His imagination could only do so much for him, though, and Shadow would be forced to work off the stir-craziness somehow; namely, by sharpening his claws on his owner's belongings.

He would pay dearly for this. When he was around 12 moons old, Shadow's owner had his front claws removed.

Shadow mourned the loss of his claws. His dreams of escaping and being able to hunt for himself now seemed impossibly out of reach. Fortunately, salvation for Shadow came not long after in the form of a mouse infestation in his owner's den. Shadow was delighted to find that his prey had come to him, and immediately set to work learning to catch them. It was a lengthy process - the most difficult challenge to overcome was not his lack of claws as Shadow had expected, but rather his prey's exceptional hearing. Shadow learned to creep up slowly and noiselessly on the unsuspecting mice, finding his clawlessness to be an unexpected asset, as he didn't have to worry about them scraping against the hard floor of his owner's den. Once he had a mouse trapped beneath his paws, it was only a matter of a quick bite to the spine before he had a fresh meal. To this day, mouse remains his favorite prey.

It turned out that Shadow's newfound hunting skills could be applied in other ways. He spent a moon planning his escape, practicing what he would do. Finally, the moment arrived. Shadow's Twoleg owner was getting ready to go out, the door slightly ajar. Shadow crept up, quiet as his namesake, and sprang past his owner and out the door. They looked up a moment too late, and Shadow felt a slight pang at his former owner's cry of alarm, but he put it out of mind as he ran. Pigeons scattered before him and he pounced, pleased when he managed to trap one underpaw, and took it down easily.

It was this first kill that convinced Sparrowstar to invite Shadow to join her fledgling Clan. Shadow accepted without much thought, happy to take a warrior name and shed his last tie to his previous life.

[mackstarr]

Username: mackstarr

Cat's Name: Stormcloud

Cat's gender: male

Clan Thread: Pineclan

Stormkit laid very still. He could hear the sounds of his nursery-mates breathing around him. All breathed slowly now. All except his mother. She knew he was a trouble-maker, but Stormkit had been keeping his excursions on the downlow lately so she would not suspect his intentions. Soon, her breathing evened out and Stormkit let out a silent sigh of relief. He waited a bit longer, and then crept to his feet. He was 5 moons old and he was bigger than most other kits his age. Why couldn't he be an apprentice now?

He slipped past the dark green moss hanging around the entrance to the nursery cave and felt a large water droplet splatter across his dark-furred face. Shaking it to free his yellow eyes of the water, he glanced around the still camp and darted for the secret entrance that his clan used to escape in dangerous situations. He scrambled up the rockpile, his fur blending in perfectly with the stones in the dark. Soon he was dashing through the forest, the smell of swaying pines filling his senses. Rain pelted down harder now but he didn't turn back, his puffy kitten fur clinging to his skin. Soon he saw a gap in the trees and veered off toward it with curiosty. Stretched before him in the opening was a massive expanse of water. A gigantic pond, swirling with ripples as the raindrops mixed with its surface. Stormkit padded up to the edge, sniffing about and full of childish excitement.

A scent familiar to him grabbed his attention. It was a water vole, one of his favorite meals that the warriors brought back to him. He dropped into his clumsy impression of a hunter's crouch and began to creep toward the smell. He spotted the tiny creature sheltering under a thick-leaved plant. Yowling prematurealy, he leapt at the creature. It was long gone by the time his paws thudded onto the wet ground where it had been. As he landed, the mud beneath Stormkit's paws caused them to fly out to his right. He crashed face-first into the pond and scrabbled about in an attempt to regain his footing. The rushing summer rain was too strong though, and the small waves that lapped at the shorelines dragged his small paws out from under him. He spluttered and coughed and kicked frantically to keep his water-logged coat from dragging him under. He felt a stone meet his pawpad and shoved with all his might, stretching toward a floating branch. He clung to it and cried out for help, although he did not have much hope that his sleeping clan would hear him from their dens over the storm. He floated for quite some time, drifting nearly 3 fox lengths from the shore, the clouds above his head allowing him to occasionally catch the fleeting glimpse of the stars. Starclan help me, he thought. I'm sorry.

Soon, muffled voices could be heard calling out over the din. Stormkit inhaled a mouthful of water as he opened his mouth to cry out. "I'm here! I'm here!" Dark cat shapes splashed into the edge of the water. Two swam out to him and began to tug the stick he clung to back to shore. He finally stood shaking like a leaf in the wind on the muddy shore. In the darkness, he could see the light blue eyes of his leader staring down at him. "I-I'm sorry, Finchstar," he muttered. She didn't respond, only flicked her tail and beckoned the rest of the three cats on patrol with her to follow. Stormkit was scooped off the ground and he recognized his mother's smell, mixed with fading fear. She made him help the elders for next three sunpasses, but did not scold him any more. It was as if she knew that he had been scared enough that he would not be going on any solitary aventures again until he had begun to train.

[PeanutButterRum]

Username: mackstarr

Cat's Name: Stormcloud

Cat's gender: male

Clan Thread: Pineclan

Stormkit laid very still. He could hear the sounds of his nursery-mates breathing around him. All breathed slowly now. All except his mother. She knew he was a trouble-maker, but Stormkit had been keeping his excursions on the downlow lately so she would not suspect his intentions. Soon, her breathing evened out and Stormkit let out a silent sigh of relief. He waited a bit longer, and then crept to his feet. He was 5 moons old and he was bigger than most other kits his age. Why couldn't he be an apprentice now?

He slipped past the dark green moss hanging around the entrance to the nursery cave and felt a large water droplet splatter across his dark-furred face. Shaking it to free his yellow eyes of the water, he glanced around the still camp and darted for the secret entrance that his clan used to escape in dangerous situations. He scrambled up the rockpile, his fur blending in perfectly with the stones in the dark. Soon he was dashing through the forest, the smell of swaying pines filling his senses. Rain pelted down harder now but he didn't turn back, his puffy kitten fur clinging to his skin. Soon he saw a gap in the trees and veered off toward it with curiosty. Stretched before him in the opening was a massive expanse of water. A gigantic pond, swirling with ripples as the raindrops mixed with its surface. Stormkit padded up to the edge, sniffing about and full of childish excitement.

A scent familiar to him grabbed his attention. It was a water vole, one of his favorite meals that the warriors brought back to him. He dropped into his clumsy impression of a hunter's crouch and began to creep toward the smell. He spotted the tiny creature sheltering under a thick-leaved plant. Yowling prematurealy, he leapt at the creature. It was long gone by the time his paws thudded onto the wet ground where it had been. As he landed, the mud beneath Stormkit's paws caused them to fly out to his right. He crashed face-first into the pond and scrabbled about in an attempt to regain his footing. The rushing summer rain was too strong though, and the small waves that lapped at the shorelines dragged his small paws out from under him. He spluttered and coughed and kicked frantically to keep his water-logged coat from dragging him under. He felt a stone meet his pawpad and shoved with all his might, stretching toward a floating branch. He clung to it and cried out for help, although he did not have much hope that his sleeping clan would hear him from their dens over the storm. He floated for quite some time, drifting nearly 3 fox lengths from the shore, the clouds above his head allowing him to occasionally catch the fleeting glimpse of the stars. Starclan help me, he thought. I'm sorry.

Soon, muffled voices could be heard calling out over the din. Stormkit inhaled a mouthful of water as he opened his mouth to cry out. "I'm here! I'm here!" Dark cat shapes splashed into the edge of the water. Two swam out to him and began to tug the stick he clung to back to shore. He finally stood shaking like a leaf in the wind on the muddy shore. In the darkness, he could see the light blue eyes of his leader staring down at him. "I-I'm sorry, Finchstar," he muttered. She didn't respond, only flicked her tail and beckoned the rest of the three cats on patrol with her to follow. Stormkit was scooped off the ground and he recognized his mother's smell, mixed with fading fear. She made him help the elders for next three sunpasses, but did not scold him any more. It was as if she knew that he had been scared enough that he would not be going on any solitary aventures again until he had begun to train.

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