[GODEATER]

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The catacombs are a vast underground network of tunnels, only accessible by a few select spots on the surface.
Ancient cats carved and explored these tunnels through centuries of hard work. At the heart of the catacombs
is a nook bustling with life: Catalena. Here cats live harmoniously in groups called guilds, in which every memb-
er has it's own special role. There are merchants, barbarians, witches, foragers, every type of citizen you could
imagine. Everyone contributes to Catalena in their own way and keeps it safe for the cats that live there.

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Name: Junco
Gender: Female
Role: Forager
Guild: Moonwatcher's Guild
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Level: 0
EXP: 0

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won by s-smolbean

you must have already registered your guild and have a founder to enter!

l i o n t i m e
for this cat tell me what your founder thinks of their cape! no word limits, have fun. prettying up is allowed if you'd like

ends on the 20th at 8:00 pm (CTZ)

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[hypnowave]

mark
not sure if i want to enter but i love the cape :0c

[Wileyfangs]

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username: Wileyfangs
name: Journey
gender: She-cat
role: Fighter
guild: MoonVale
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It's on an odd day. One where Wicke is not as cheerful or pleased. She's somber and quiet when the stranger wanders in, preoccupied in her thoughts and her duties. It takes some coughs from Gaston for her to even come out from her strange pensive mood to realize she has an audience. The monsters of the guild are strangely quiet as well, having made themselves scarce reflecting her mood since the stranger had come in though Wicke hears their hisses and rumbles and knows they are nearby. The feline in question is patient, waiting clearly for appraisal as they sit carefully and Wicke realizes why in an instant.

The head of a lion is draped over the stranger's face, eyes which glare calmly back at her wait for her assessment. Wicke forces her fur to relax from where it had bristled up. She is unsettled by the eyes that stare at her, but not surprised. The fur of the coat looks clean, gleaming and glistening as it is and Wicke wonders how much care goes into it. Clearly, wherever this feline goes they make an entrance.

Unfortunately, Wicke is unable to appreciate it right now. Not when the guild has been quiet, cold even today. Wicke doesn't understand it but she pushes it away as she regards the stranger.

"What brings you here?" She asks and her voice rings out against the cold of the stony silence. She is not to be swayed by appearances, not to fawn. Not today. After all, appearances are deceiving. There is a wide look in those eyes, one that is surprised and clearly taken off guard by the question. 'They are used to being questioned about their looks,' she thinks. The spear at the stranger's side glints as they shift.

"I am looking for a guild to join," they say, the voice deep but feminine as it fills the air.
"What can you do?" She asks bluntly.

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"I can hunt for you," comes the voice that deepens into a purr. It's filled with intrigue, promise and Wicke looks over the cape, suspicious but curious. She finds pleased reddish-amber eyes staring back at her when she meets the other's gaze. "You already have a fine collection."

Wicke frowns as the strange feline turns to where the monsters are hiding away from them, some hiss sharply. Something about this cat unsettles her, but she cannot see a reason not to allow her to stay. Not when the need for help is so valuable. Another member of the guild would keep things in check here so easily. Her mind made up, Wicke goes to see it through, but first.

"They are not a collection," she growls lowly in her throat, a warning as her eyes narrow. "Not game to be hunted down and skinned." Her eyes pass over to the cape. "You may stay, but keep that in mind. Should I find you playing hunting games with them your fur will make a nice cape."

Her fur prickles under the weight of the threat, but she means every word, but what infuriates her more is the happy giggle that comes from the strange feline that grates on her ears. "Do not worry, oh Founder. I will keep my hunts to our enemies. You have the word of Journey."

But for some reason, that did not feel the least bit reassuring, when reddish-amber eyes twinkled with mischief.
What an odd day.

[Breado]

e: backing out! good luck, guys! ;w;

[Canis.]

marking for if i have time,, eyes

[bakuraas.]

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[enokimoon]

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username: s-smolbean
gender: Female
role: Forager
guild:
𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓷𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓼'
𝓖𝓾𝓲𝓵𝓭

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" What do I think of my lovely coat ? " The she-cat purred, placing a paw on one of the lion's claws.
" Well, " a moment of silence followed as she closed her dark eyes, possibly conceiving a response in her mind.
" To me, it is both a gift and a burden. " She spoke calmly, " It gives me the strength to continue what I'm doing. And yet, it reminds me of all the times I have struggled. Although it is useful in my field, it is quite literally a heavy load. I mean, there may be no more meat under this fur- but it's still a lion's. Dare I give it up or sell it ? By all the lost lions' souls, I would not dare ! Yes, this coat is dear to me, and I will not deny that I am proud of my trophy. " She cleared her throat and placed the lion's maw upon her head, encompassing her whole head and face. Even though no one would be able to see her clearly behind the lion's hollow head, anyone could easily tell that she held a Cheshire's grin.
" Doesn't it look sovereign ? "

Junco was-- well, not always the most confident cat.
Compared to her current self, who is more proud, regal and definitely intimidating, she used to be timid and had a hard time talking to others. She was known for being very beautiful, but she never made a big impression on other cats.
Junco never really showed interest in the guilds within her old city. As soon as she turned what is the equivalent of a seventeen-year-old, she set out to explore the world. No guild would take notice of her, and she was completely fine with it. Junco simply made a living by selling the items she found to merchants, who would then sell it in markets. A few years passed with her living as she did, but eventually, she would run into her greatest foe : a greater wild lion. Such a daunting enemy almost took her life in the process. And
some say she had help from supernatural entities, while others say it was her pure strength and determination; but in the end, all stories conclude that she defeated the beast.
Junco skinned the lion and wore it as a coat. She would use it as a disguise, as camouflage on her foraging escapades, she even used it as her symbol. Soon, she was given the title of 'The Masquerading Mercenary', and many guilds wanted to recruit her for her expertise and abilities.
In all honesty, Junco didn't like the title given to her, since her focus in life wasn't on obtaining riches beyond belief, so she technically wasn't a mercenary- but she didn't bother asking to be called anything else. Plus, the alliteration of the name sounded pretty cool to her.

" What do you take me for ? A fool ? "
Junco hissed at the merchant who'd been trying to sell her an item that was much less the price it was being sold for.
" I'm the one who gathers rattlesnake scales for you, buffoon ! "
The merchant shied away from Junco as the lion-coat-wearing she-cat padded over to a young tom.
" Never you mind that dunce, hon. " She spoke, removing the mouth of the lion from her eyes her teeth shining as she smiled sweetly (( well, tried to )) at him. " He can't recognize the best forager 'round these parts, even when he looks her in the eye. " The young tom flashed a nervous smile. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't intimidated by the older she-cat's demeanour and the lion's coat on her back. Especially the lion's coat on her back. But he stood tall and faced her with courtesy- she had been trying to help him gather ingredients after all. Junco was passing through the city's market when she overheard a hustler trying to sell the brown tom an overpriced bag of rattlesnake scales.
" I appreciate you trying to help me get the ingredients I need for my guild, Ma'am. " He mewed softly, " My guild master only requested I buy some things for her magic experiments. I'd no idea that I might run into a great forager such as yourself. "
Junco flashed her teeth again, which made the younger cat's ears uncontrollably twitch.
" Name's Junco, " she purred, to which the tom bowed his umber-colored head. " Might I ask for your name, polite young tom ? Or shall I keep calling you that ? " For the first time since their interaction, the tom smiled genuinely- a smile more prideful than actually enthusiastic.
" You can call me Magnus, Ma'am. "
Junco sensed the pride coming from the young tom, one that she felt reflected herself.
" It was a pleasure to meet you, young Magnus. " She bowed her head and began walking away from the busy market place, placing her coat back on her head. She just loved showing her prize off to others.
Junco would return later to meet Magnus again
" I met the Masquerading Mercenary earlier. "
" You did not. Speaking stars ! " Bluebird temporarily lost her calm nature in excitement, " You can't be serious. "
" I am, "
" What was she like ? "
Junco chuckled at the young she-cat's enthusiasm and stepped into their quarters.
" Perhaps you'd like to know exactly what she's like. " She announced, revealing herself to the two youths.
Magnus' tail (( which is usually the dead giveaway of his true feelings )) swished about like a pendulum in the air; and Bluebird, who was in the middle of writing about her magic, dropped her favorite quill. Junco chuckled.
" I presume you're the guild leader Magnus speaks so well of, little one ? " She churred with amusement, addressing Bluebird. " Y-Yes I am, Ma'am; I'm Bluebird- and it's very nice to meet you. " Bluebird sat upright with anxious pride at being acknowledged as a guild leader. She had so many things she wanted to learn from the more experienced cat, but remained patient and did her best to look professional. A question formed in Junco's head as she looked at the desolate room. " Then where's the rest of your guild ? "
Bluebird and Magnus looked at each other half-heartedly. " Well, I recently just started my guild- and Magnus and I are the only members so far-- "
Junco stayed quiet, thoughts running through her mind as she stroked her lion coat.
" It's settled then. I'd like to join your guild. "

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[jennfreckles]

username: jennfreckles
name: Aaron
gender: Male
role: Fighter
guild: Eternal Angels

To Hunt a Lion

The mysterious founder had given him a side glance as they walked down the path. "whats the story behind that headdress of yours?" Gale asked with another glance.
Aaron tilted his head at the founder's question. "Well isn't it obvious? I killed a lion, ran it through with my spear."

The two cats had reached the river when Gale paused. "I find that hard to believe, you don't seem to have a single scar on you." Gale said in an incredulous manner as he dipped his head down to the water.
Aaron stared at the founder for a moment before crouching and taking a drink of his own.

The next few moments were filled with a tense silence as the two cats drunk their fill. Finally Gale decided to cut the silence. "Our guild could use a good fighter, I'll give you a chance to prove yourself."
Aaron barked a short laugh at this and stood up. "If you don't believe I'm capable fight me yourself, then I'll have two headdresses."

Gale turned to look at Aaron with an unreadable expression and hissed "I'm your leader don't forget that."

As his founder walked back up the path towards camp Aaron thought to himself
"He seemed almost scared of me....
good."

[Silver Pandorica]

username: Silver Pandorica
name: Aspen
gender: Female
role: Forager
guild: Riders of Redemption

Blaine padded through the dark tunnel, which was a tad too small for his liking. "Come on, you live underground. You have to get used to the tight spaces at some point," the cat muttered to himself. His guild was depending on him to get them food. They may be small and just starting out, but they needed him. The sword his mother had left to him after her death hung at his side, glinting underneath the small streams of light that poked through little holes in the dirt above. Sunlight? Not even close. It was more likely to be torches set in a tunnel above, or perhaps a small fire to keep some travelers warm and cook their food over. Blaine sighed. Living underground had its perks, but it was going to take a while for him to get used to it. He owed his dear mother that much.

Something sparkled in the corner of his eye and Blaine trotted towards it, nose twitching with curiosity. Reaching out a paw, he gently poked it and then turned it over. It was a beautiful geode, through and through. How on earth (or under it) could someone just leave this out in the open? Blaine was sure hundreds of other cats had passed through this same tunnel before, many with far sharper eyesight then his own. There was no way that it wouldn't have been picked by now. And yet, here it was. It was strange, but Blaine wasn't going to pass up a treasure like this. Rare stones could attract rare creatures that had an affinity for collecting sparkly things. It may help the guild. He was sure someone would find use for it. He set down his satchel and was about to scoop the geode into the bag when something pounced on him from behind. Blaine let out a yowl and whipped around, clawing at his attacker.

A fierce lion's head stared back at him and he gaped in awe. A monster? But the monsters had all been cleared out of this tunnel years ago. How could it possibly-

Wait. Something was off. And by that, he meant the lion's head. In fact, the head didn't belong to a lion at all. Blaine stared at the mask that lay limp on the ground, then lifted his gaze to the seemingly frustrated cat that stood before him, cursing under her breath. "Not again," she muttered before snatching the mask off the ground and shaking the dirt off of it. "I told Raymond this thing was too big. How is it even supposed to stay on?"

Blaine blinked. "Excuse me, who are you?"

The cat rolled her eyes. "Why should I tell you?" A sigh. "Actually, what do I care? The name's Aspen. Sorry for attacking you and whatever. I thought you might be my dinner." She paused. "Then I realized you were just another cat and I thought I could scare you off and steal your stuff. Might have worked if this stupid mask cape thing would cooperate." She shook the mask vigorously as if she were teaching it a lesson. Blaine was a little surprised to find that he was amused.

"That scared me for a second there, you know," he said reassuringly to the cat that had almost stolen from him. "Where'd you get that thing?"

"My brother made it for me," she replied, almost proudly. "Said it might help us, you know, survive and stuff." Her ears flattened and she sat down in the dirt. "We got separated a few weeks ago after we got attacked, and I haven't been able to find him since. He was kind of the navigator, you know? I can't find my way around here by myself."

Blaine's heart suddenly ached for Aspen. She wasn't a kit, but she was still young. Why were her and her brother roaming the Catacombs alone? It was dangerous for even the most experienced of fighters to go out without company. He suddenly realized the irony of that thought as soon as it crossed his mind. He had been alone out here, too. "Are you...part of a guild?"

Aspen shook her head. "Our guild got raided and...most of the members were killed. Ray, er, my brother, I mean...we only got out because our parents told us to run while they fought. We survived because of their deaths..." Aspen pulled the cape around her body and tried to suppress a shiver. The lion's head, however, she did not pull over her own head. She left it hanging limp against her back.

"You know...you could join my guild."

Aspen looked up, her eyes brightening for a moment. "You...have a guild? Wait, are you the leader?" She sprung up, suddenly excited and chipper. "That's so cool!" Her face fell again. Geez, her mood could change quick. "But what about my brother? I have to find him. I can't just stop looking."

Blaine leaned against the cat comfortingly. "You'll have a better chance of finding him if you have help. I'm sure he would do the same." He paused. "We'll find him. Together."

Aspen purred softly. "Really? I...I'd love to join, then." She sat in thoughtful silence for a moment. "I'm good at finding things. When I know where I am, that is. Not cats, but other things. Like that." She nodded towards the geode.

Blaine chuckled. "And you used that cape of yours to scare cats off, hm?"

"Yep!" She pulled the mask over her head. "You'd be surprised how many times we scared off cats or other critters with this thing and a few sound effects." She let out an imitation of a lion's roar, which came out more like a banshee screech. Either way, it was still an unsettling sound. "Then we take the stuff they dropped."

Hm. Blaine didn't necessarily approve of Aspen's highway robbery method, but he did think her and her cape would come in handy for the guild. She seemed like a sweet cat, too. She would make a valuable member. Blaine smiled and nudged the geode towards Aspen. "Guess this is yours, then." He turned around and gazed back the way that he had come. "Let me show you the way to our base."

[PARK]

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[ ah-RYEH ]

HEBREW; LION.

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＂heraldic beast, crowned lamb－xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

you heavenly gladiator of mane! ＂

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with golden glory you take! ＂

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Gleaming.
the inner sanctum is gleaming. cyan. scarlet. hellfire.
chartreuse mixed with indigo mixed with－

black stone illuminated by the gentle pulsing arcane
crystals, faintly aglow with bioluminescence from
various plant and fungal organisms being studied by－

dandelion paws pick loose glow fragments from
rocky overhang. teeth, careful, disciplined, eyes,
trained, focused, nose, sifting, all senses open－

only ahead, only to what is immediately before
him. green and blue scanning mighty back wall
alert to only their primary objective and not to－

shrouded in shadow. draped by heavy adornment
thick and glorious, fit for a king, heavy steps, soft
breaths. startled by the sight of a spirit, apparition－

the majesty of the beast, proud stance. wondrous
gaze, entertaining the arcane collection with mouth
ajar. to see his magnificence astounded under such a－

to behold such a guise! a ruse? surely not. divine form
appointed a task, dutiful, unwavering. glory and beauty,
glory and beauty.

Gleaming.