[allynabean]

big stripe!!
this cat has one big secret they've never shared. what is it, and why haven't they told anyone?
you have up to 500 words and one art piece to answer the prompt!

ends Nov 7th, 11:59pm EST

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Name: Robin's Cry
Gender: Female
Rank: Healer/Medicine Cat
Clan: Clan of the Rising Fox
Description: red heavily striped classic tabby with
low white and brown eyes
Age: 35 moons
Edits: n/a
Owner: Coraly

[Swishy & Broken]

Aww ! Good luck everyone <3

[Lex.]

Username: Lex.
Cat Name: Redtail
Gender: Male
Rank: Warrior
Clan: i see you, allynaBEEan
Age: 35 moons
Prompt:

While Redtail's mother was in her pregnancy, it was visible that she was only going to have 1-3 kits. Redtail in the womb was just a plain orange cat, nothing too special. He had 2 siblings, both of them male as well, both tabbies. Due to an anomaly, Redtail ended up being the only kit she had.
When he was born, his mother was very confused. She had felt a few sets of paws. And her kit had an interesting pattern. She was a sad, but figured it was a positive thing for survival. She was a rouge after all, living on her own.
Redtail lived his first 7 moons normally. He learned to hunt from his mother, and they stuck together. It was all good, until one day, they decided to visit the mountains. They found a waterfall, and decided to sleep there for the night. His mother decided to search the cliffs for any prey, and left him to sleep.
Redtail being the curious cat that he is, decided to search the area. After an accidental shower, he discovered a cave behind the waterfall. It was awfully dark, and narrow at first, but the further he went, the more it opened up. The cave had jagged rocks. In one of the corners, there was a large blue crystal. It seemed to glow?
Redtail padded up to it, and made contact with it, sending him into a deep sleep.
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Redtail opened his eyes to green fields. The night sky was filled with stars. There he saw 2 small figures walk up to him. Both were small ginger kits, one pale and the other almost brown. Both were solid colored.
"Who- Who are you?" Redtail asked. Both kits sat, and so did Redtail. The pale kit spoke first. "We are your siblings, Red."
Redtail widened his eyes. The dark kit spoke up, "Crazy it may seem, but it is true. We had to leave you and mother. We didn't want to, but out of the 3 of us, you showed the true traits of a strong willed cat." The pale kit nodded. "Indeed. We gave you our courage, bravery and ambition. We also gave you your markings, they show just how strong you are."
Redtail, eyes watering opened his mouth to ask questions, but no words fell from his parted jaws. The 2 kits, much wiser than they looked gave him reassuring looks. They both stood to leave, and left him with these words. "We will always be a part of you. Take us with you, and show the stars who you truly are."
And like that, his vision went blank.

Since learning that, he has told no one. Afraid of what people may say about him or call him. His mother never returned from the mountains, and he went of to find Thistleclan. The little voices inside his head showed him there, and now he is one of the strongest warriors, and is next in line after Briarstripe.

[499/500]

[faelyn]

username: faelyn
cat name: dante
gender:male
rank: the poet
clan: the shore of dreams
age: thirteen moons
prompt:
pt. 1. -- in the near past - wandering…
lies are like smiles.
the first to curl. sweet to lips. something that speaks of a perfect world.
but, deep within, it’s a piece of a crushed soul. a bird with broken wings, in a chorus of tears, instead of joy.
how far had he fallen from those days? those days of simplicity? of laughter?

as a child, he would dream. dream of magic and fairy tales, listening to the harmony of his mother’s voice as she sang lullabies through the canopy of ridges.
for a while, it was just him and her. mother and son.

but, every night, he would wonder about the father, he never knew. fantasizing about what he would be like.
a nice cat, perhaps.. that seemed about right for him.
and with it in his heart, he longed to meet him. to love him, forever.

but, things didn’t go as he hoped.

pt. 2 -- in the even further past - eyes are the windows of the soul..

“a bit of a soft kit, isn’t he?”
“weak and pitiful, that’s what you are, boy.”

his father wasn’t the one who he had imagined in his dreams. he was far from that.
eyes of bronze would dance with regret, the reflection of who he could’ve been. perhaps, should’ve been.

what scared him the most were their similarities.
the ripple of crimson, pooling like blood amongst their fur. every detail of their markings.
he could only wish appearances weren’t everything.

irrational and quick to lash out, if his mother was light, his father was the shadows, and he was in between. a coward. an idiot who ran away from his problems.
he missed the life, he once had lived as a child. he wished that his hopes of ever seeing his father were never answered. but, it was.
he asked, and he received.

so, he slipped away into the darkness. away from everything he had ever known.

pt. 3 -- in the present - a poet in making.,.

“dante?” soft copper eyes blinked up at him. aspen. his best friend. the one who had stood at his side no matter what. a brother, not by blood, but, by soul. “what’s wrong?”

everything was wrong.
his heart, shattered.
his mind, too full of memories.
he was broken.
from inside and out.

but, something in those copper eyes told him something that hadn’t been spoken, but lingered in the silence.
that, maybe, it was alright, if nothing was alright.

laughter boomed in his chest, a disguise over the wounds of his soul.
he couldn’t tell him. couldn’t tell him about the father he had. the things he endured. if he did tell him those horrible things, would aspen ever look at him the same again? as an equal?
but, there was another side to all this chaos, he knew it.

and maybe, just maybe, the seasons of hiding behind doors would be over at the sound of his secrets being spilled.
he could start again.
“i…”

[gummie]

markie...

[.sins.]

Username: .sins.
Cat Name: Marigoldheart
Gender: Female
Rank: Hunter
Clan: Glacierclan
Age: 33 moons
Prompt: Marigoldheart has never wanted any cat to learn that they sept half of their life living off of crowfood, and human trash. Having not learned how to hunt until joining the clan 2 moons ago.

[tula!]

username: tula!
clan: the cats of the red trees
name: spark ➔ tbd
gender: molly
age: 26 moons
rank: future deputy

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[157/500] words ; [1/1] art piece
ever since she joined up with milo and the cats of the red trees,
mystery surrounds spark. no one knows how she came to the forest,
or why.

the truth is, spark comes from the city beyond sterling. she ran
with this wandering rogue group for a while. and in that time,
she found great happiness. but something happened that made
her have to leave. she was lucky to get out of the city alive...

what is it, you ask? well if you knew spark's secret, it wouldn't be a
secret anymore, would it?

but, if she'd just blurt it all out, oh, how wonderful it'd be! to have
someone to bear this burden with her, is often all she wishes for. but
to speak it aloud would mean that it actually happened; and the
reality of the situation is not something she will likely ever be ready to
accept. sometimes it's easier to lie to yourself.

xxx

[illusions.]

Username: illusions.
Cat Name: Markie
Gender: non-binary (amab)
Rank: deputy
Clan: glacier hollow
Age: 21 moons
Prompt:

i will work on this later i hope! but i wanted to try out for this cat because they are rly cool

backing out but i still want to watch to see who wins! :3 good luck all!

[KestrelTheFirecat]

Username: KestrelTheFirecat
Cat Name: Vixensnow
Gender: male
Rank: warrior
Clan: Forum/viewtopic.php?f=103&t=4437901&hilit=Shatteredclan
Age: 20 moons
Prompt: vixensnow has never told a secret of how he is a kitty pet and is always ashamed that he has no warrior blood I’m his line. He could say that he was not meant to be a warrior but as a capable smart young Tom he makes up for his lack of warrior blood in Will power and strength

[beebun]

Username: Coraly
Cat Name: Robin’s Cry
Gender: Female
Rank: Healer/medicine cat
Clan: Clan of the Rising Fox
Age: 35 moons
Prompt:

The flames were all around her. They had consumed the camp, and everyone else with it. But they hadn’t gotten her yet. A miracle. But Robin’s Cry wanted to join them. To leap into the flames that she has started, and go to where her loved ones spirits’ were. But it was as if they forced her to live. To carry their memory inside her. Robin leaped over the flames, and lived.

She awoke from another nightmare. It had been more peaceful this time, but the others always asked what was bothering her, if she had received something from their ancestors, what were they called? StarClan. She shook. The flames would always haunt her. No matter what. She couldn’t shake the guilt. The loss. She had started a fire. A fire that had killed the whole entire tribe. She couldn’t live with that, yet she did.

She couldn’t face the fact that she had doomed them all to die that day.

And that she would never see them again.

Robin’s Cry noticed a tear, and then wiped it. She was trying to get a fresh start here. If only she could forget. Robin slowly walked out of her den, and into camp.

And there was the fire. It was like a vision. But wasn’t.

She could feel it. Feel the flames singing her whiskers and fur, but she was paralyzed. Robin’s Cry let out a youl. No doubt the rest of the clan could hear her. Then a memory came. One that she had not wanted to see for forever. And then the flames around her shifted.

A cat, no more than apprentice age, was playing with the shadows. Her pelt was like fire, and another cat approached her. She looked up, and they nuzzled each other, family perhaps. The young cat then went back to what she was doing. And then started to rub to rocks together. A spark. And then another. The young cat couldn’t stop them. And soon, everything was in the abyss. The abyss of smoke and flames.

Robin’s Cry felt herself collapse. She could still feel the fire, even though she didn’t care. Why couldn’t she go with them? Leave this place. This world. She wanted to join her loved ones.

Then Robin’s Cry found herself in the middle of camp. Shivering. It was so cold. She looked up, and, the sky was crying. An omen? Were her ancestors crying in the stars? Were they crying.. for her? Could they feel her pain? Her suffering?

Please, she thought, don’t cry for me.

I don’t deserve your pity. Or your.. love.

[ 435 words, again, might write more later ]

( Will draw a scene later!! :00 luv this gal. )