[Centipedes]

This cat looks so tired !! Almost as if they've been in hibernation for 10 months 0.o!! Write about the responsibilities they've neglected while they were gone and their approach to making up for their absence! (min; 150 words, max; 1000 words)
ends April 12th 14th at 11:59pm EST

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Name: leilani
Gender: female
Rank: guardian of
the faerie
Clan: the shore of dreams
Description: Solid grey-blue with
minimal white spotting.
Age: 14 moons
Edits: eye edit (c) ear tufts (c) long tail (uc)
Owner: faelyn

[SilentMelody]

Dropping out!! Good luck to everyone <3

[clouds-move-on]

Username: clouds-move-on
Cat Name: Honoria
Gender: female
Rank: nonhabitant
Clan: https://cats-that-move-on.weebly.com/
Age: 3 years
She hadn't washed the place in awhile. Not that it mattered.
If she hadn't cared? Then no one else did either.

It was liking waking up from a long hibernation. She'd gone out one day and simply hadn't come back, and coming back now felt like her whole journey had been a dream. She kicked stray moss and bones; not only had she left it a mess, but someone else must have been here while she was gone and left it worse.

"Oh, you're back, are you?"

The fur on her spine rose as Honoria turned and saw Volumnia silhouetted in the entrance, light streaming in on her dazzling fur. A reminder of why she'd left, seeing her younger sister again.

Honoria took up some moss and carried it out past her. "Maybe not staying, maybe will. None of our business anymore."

"You lied to me, Ria."

"No I did not. I said I would go hunting and that's what I did."

"For ten months?"

"Look. I didn't say I'd come back."

"You abandoned our plans and didn't even give me a warning!"

Honoria tossed a fishbone towards her sister and spat. "They were never our plans, they were your plans! And none of them were any good. You've hurt cats, Volumnia! Cats have died because of you! It's a wonder I was the only one that left!"

Honoria turned and kept cleaning. Volumnia stared at the ground.

"You weren't the only one." Volumnia said after a few minutes. "Only Atticus is left, Ria. If that makes you feel better. And I only managed to keep him around because he's convinced he's in love with me."

Honoria stopped sorting. Her sister moved up towards her, and very gently laid a paw on her pack. Her voice quivered as she said. "And out of everyone I missed you the most, dear sister. You're the only family I got left. And we were leading this colony, together. I needed you. We needed you."

[Lex.]

Username: Lex.
Cat Name: Syzygy [Formerly known as Syzygystone]
Gender: Female
Rank: Rouge
Clan: Thistleclan
Age: 50 Moons
Prompt:


Syzygy once lived in Thistleclan. A long time ago. They left on a journey, to find their own syzygy. They needed to align themselves with the world, to make things right.

res!

Reluctantly dropping out </3

[Swishy & Broken]

Mark

[Hush]

Username: Hush
Cat Name: Lavenderwing (formerly Lavenderstar)
Gender: female
Rank: warrior
Clan: Clan of Roaring Silence
Age: 34 moons
Prompt:
Lavenderwing is the reincarnation of the clan that was in the mist vailed valley, The Clan Shrouded in Mist’s leader, Lavenderstar. Neglecting her duties as a leader lead to the destruction of her entire clan. She ‘slept’ for many moons in sorrow and repentance for her failures as a leader, unable to die until a very old queen because of her many lives as a leader. Instead of being accepted by StarClan, her clan met her at the entrance and her former medicine cat scolded her for her arrogance and purposeful ignorance to StarClans warning. Instead of sending her to the dark forest for her crime, she was given a second chance and reincarnated as the kit of a rogue, destined to join the new clan in her former territory. In her first chance of life she had done everything she could for her clan, being the most dedicated warrior then deputy and finally leader. Though as she got older as a leader and didn’t loose any of her lives, she started becoming less vigilant and willing to listen to Starclan’s warnings. The arrogant leader believed their clan was the safest territory there could be, surrounded on all sides by steep hills or the mountain. Even though her medicine cat and other leaders warned her of the signs, she continued on her stubborn track and Starclan punished her by sparing her from the fate they’d tried to warn her about.

One particularly hot and dry season, Lavenderstar was away from the clan after the medicine cat told her of a vision and refused to let her ignore it, getting angry and nearly forcing her out. The annoyed leader went on her journey to visit the clan to the north and speak to the leader and medicine cat about the visions of her own. Because nothing serious happened to the clan in her time as leader despite never listening to StarClan, she didn’t take it serious of course and took her time, resting every night and not in any particular hurry. Every night during her long journey up the mountains she was haunted by visions of red, smoke and fire and an overwhelming heat consuming her. Still refusing to listen or give in to the warnings, she stubbornly wrote it off as her imagination due to the intense heat.

By the time she reached the peaks of the clan above it was already too late for her clan. The dry foliage and brush around the clan made it an easy target for one of the worst ways for a cat to die. For many moons they had been having issues with the clan to the west of them, fighting over prey that managed to go up the steep hill between them. They had gotten into so many quarrels that they had planted thorn bushes at the tree line to give them a bit more protection. Recently the clan had been taken over in a plot to control the nearby clans or in her clans case, wipe it out. They snuck across the fallen tree over the river with a single ember. Together they loudly announced themselves to draw some of the warriors out of camp, the camps defense plan going into action as they knew it would from their spy on the inside. An apprentice from their clan had pretended to be a kit and was taken in and raised as one of them, meeting once in a full moon to report back. With this knowledge they were able to trap most of the clan in the camp before lighting the brush wall ablaze. After that the warriors that had come out to defend the clan tried everything they could but it was no use and they too were picked off by the enemy attack.

Lavenderstar saw the billowing smoke from the raging fire below rise above the mountainside and she knew what had happened. Birds flying away in panic, she sprinted as fast as she could while the clan to the north prepared a party to come and help her. Seeing no other option, she threw herself off the meeting spot at the top of the giant waterfall, landing in the water and breaking a few of her legs but able to survive, a punishment from StarClan as the rains finally came and extinguished the flames. By then the clan to the east was already gone and her clan was no more. In this life she spent the rest of her days in a den outside of the clan to the north, being taken care of by them but living in a bit of a daze, rarely leaving her den for anything. Once she came to the end of her long life, she saw StarClan, leaving its mark on her pupils as she awoke to her new life, a chance to make up for her failures as StarClan called a new leader to the once great clan’s territory. They knew he’d need guidance and sent her so she’d be older than him by the time they sent him to her. In the meantime Lavenderwing listened to every vision she received and did whatever she could to prepare the territory for the new clan.

As soon as she was able to fend for herself, she left her mother and began her life of tending to the land, planting trees replenish the ones lost to the fire around the camp and spending many moons digging out many escape tunnels to avoid such a terrible fate happening again. No longer was she carefree and arrogant, instead she was driven and vigilant. Though she would act as a mentor to the new leader once he arrived, she had adamantly decided that she would never take a position of power within the clan again, even if offered. Though she had learned her lesson, she didn’t want to risk becoming arrogant again and loosing her place in StarClan that she was fighting so hard to earn.
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[Sunnyside]

Username: Sunnyside
Cat Name: Mistyleaf Mothwatcher
Gender: cis she-cat
Rank: spiritual healer
Clan: https://toyhou.se/~world/74047.cats-of-the-frv-stars
Age: 72 moons

"It's time to go home now Mothwatcher. Go and use what you have learned. Be The Keeper of my Secrets."

Mothwatcher blinked open her eyes, watching the large snow white moon moth flutter up from her nose and flitted back to the branches of the tree in front of her. The sight was quite unearthly; the trunk of the tree had been stripped of its bark, and the elements had taken its toll on the exposed wood, smoothing and bleaching it so it looked almost like bone. Thousands of moths filled the branches of the dead tree, their wings looking like leaves dancing in a ghostly wind. Carved into the trunk of the tree were the phases of the moon. The odd tree was nestled in the middle of some kind of ruined Upwalker structure, the remnants of the stone walls surrounding the area.

Mothwatcher looked up at the sky above her- it appeared to be early morning. She must have been here all night! She had to get home, and tell her clan about her discovery! She rose to her paws, her joints aching from having been in one position for so long. She stretched out her muscles as best she could, and turned for home.

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"Mistyleaf?!"

Of course, her clanmates wouldn't know about her new name yet. They would still know her as Mistyleaf. Mothwatcher turned and smiled as a golden and white she-cat dashed across the meadow towards her. "Sweetpaw!" she called out to her apprentice, happy to see the young she-cat. Something looked different about her, but she couldn't quite place it.

"It IS you!" Sweetpaw exclaimed, pressing her face to the blue she-cat's shoulder. "We were so worried! Oh, and it's Sweetbriar now."

Mothwatcher blinked in surprise - she'd been gone only for a night and they'd named her apprentice without her? She hadn't even had her final test yet... "Oh, congratulations Sweetbriar!" she replied, confusion clouding her tone ever so slightly.

"We have to get back to the camp! Everyone will be so happy to see you're alright!" Sweetbriar bounded back across the meadow towards their camp. Mothwatcher followed, somewhat reluctantly. Something didn't feel quite right.

———————

Once they reached the clear walls camp (an abandoned greenhouse), Sweetbriar ran ahead, and Mothwatcher heard a shriek. Moments later, a brown and silver blur shot out of the camp, barreling towards her.

The blur crashed into her, knocking her off her paws. Suddenly something was batting roughly at her ears with just a hint of claws. Once she got her bearings, she managed to squirm out from under the other cat, who was puffed up and glaring daggers at her, snarling.

“Where have you BEEN?!” Spat the chocolate silver point. “We thought we lost you, Mistyleaf. We MOURNED YOU!”

“Mourned me? I was only gone overnight!” Mothwatcher shook her head in confusion.

“You’ve been gone for 4 whole seasons.”

Mothwatcher blinked in shock. That…. That couldn’t be possible?! ...Could it?

Birchfrost lashed her tail angrily. “I’ll ask again. Where. Have. You. Been?! What could have been so important that you left your research without a word? Left us? Left me?!”

Mothwatcher’s ears pinned back in guilt. She’d never meant to cause anyone pain- she had never even meant to be gone this long! “I didn’t mean to leave, I swear! But I found it, Birchfrost. I found what we’ve been looking for.”

Then, Mothwatcher told her story. She explained how she’d been studying the stars on Moon Stare’s Hill when a large white moth fluttered past her. She couldn’t explain it, but something compelled her to follow it. The moth led her to the ruins with the strange tree. Then it landed on her nose, and her vision went white.

Next thing she knew, she was back in the forest, although the trees looked older. Suddenly, a snow white cat with sparkling fur appeared before her- Moon Stare herself. She said she’d been waiting for her; her Moth Watcher.

The two talked all night, and Moon Stare divulged many of the secrets they had been searching for; ones they had thought had been lost to time. She was to use these secrets to help the cats of the Valley. As the sun rose in this strange forest, Moon Stare bid her farewell, fading back into the trees. And then she woke up.

“I’m sorry I left you, but I am so much more now than I was when I left. I’m here to help us, all of us. I am Mothwatcher, Keeper of the Secrets.”

[/nyx.]

Username: bmkmb
Cat Name: Cascabelastar
Gender: female
Rank: raina [queen/leader], trogon [ward/refugee?]
Clan: CaladiumClan [formerly of ThevetiaClan]
Age: 38 moons
Prompt:

All she’d wanted to do was sleep.

(Casca, the hunting patrols haven’t returned—what are going to do?)

Running a clan was hard, and she’d wanted to sleep.

(Reina, the snow’s come too soon—there is no prey!)

She’d wanted to sleep, so she’d slept.

(Do not worry, miejenta. Your clan shall prevail. The stars shall watch them. Hush now, and rest.)

When she next woke, ten moons had passed. Ashes covered the earth. Her camp, her forest, burned to cinders. Their dens in ruin. Not a single trace of life. Her mind, jumping to conclusions. Cascabelastar wailed.

-

“Where is my clan?” the leader asked, crying out over the lake.

The water rippled, and the stars responded, Safe.

“Yes,” Cascabelastar begrudgingly allowed, “but where are they?”

Silence fell over the night. Then, the water rippled, Safe.

“I know that!” the molly yowled. “Where? I wish to see them with my own eyes!”

Safe, the water rippled harshly. The lake stilled at her next words, and Cascabelastar felt unease brush at her heart, as if she was a kit who’d recently insulted her parents. See them? the water bubbled, gleeful. Then see!

An ungodly light shone down from the moon, reflecting off the lake’s surface and into her eyes. Cascabelastar yelled out, blinking away her tears from the intensity. She shook her head quickly—she wasn’t one to stop at discomfort—and looked around. “Oh…” the leader gasped, real tears, this time, filling her eyes but none dropping. Her clanmates, all spectral and starry. “Oh…”

Then her sadness and guilt turned into fury, and she yowled at the lake, “You said they were safe!”

They are! the water surged, lashing up in small waves. They are safe. Nothing hurts them. They prevail in the stars.

“They prevail in death,” Cascabelastar hissed. She spun to face the nearest ghost. “Why didn’t you warn me?” Her second-in-command only drooped, shaking his head in despair. He opened his maw, but no words came out.

See, the water bubbled mirthfully, not hear.

Cascabelastar wanted nothing more than to launch herself at the lake, to scratch and bite and tear… but that would have no effect on the water; if anything, she’d end up drowned.

Her segon walked through her (because he could do that now, couldn’t he?) and directed her attention towards the earth. He’d written a symbol into the earth: the mark of the Caladium.

“The Caladium has withered,” Cascabelastar snarled. “They were first of us to fall.”

Her segon shook his head vigorously, jabbed his paw at the symbol. Held his tail into the symbol for “find.”

The leader pursed her lips, but her segon had always known best. Besides… it would give her an excuse to leave. She didn’t want to be anywhere near the lake anymore, not when the gods were all faithless liars. “Fine,” Cascabelastar agreed. “But don’t expect me to return soon…” (if ever).

Her segon nodded once, a bittersweet smile on his maw. Go, he mouthed, and that was all Cascabelastar could take. She spun around and ran, and never looked back.

Perhaps someday she would return, but… her clan had fallen due to her incompetence.

It was her pain alone to bear.

_______

When the plants wither, the Eternal shall rise;
the lights shall shine,
the bells shall chime,
and the tides recall once more…
Against the tides, they wage their war.

• Cascabela, aka yellow oleander, a poisonous flower.
• Spanish for "small bell" or "rattlesnake."
• her eyes have stars in them as a side-effect of her ability to see her dead clanmates near the sacred lake.

[Centipedes]

adding a 2 day extension upon request !

[faelyn]

username: faelyn
cat name: leilani
gender: female
rank: guardian of
the faerie
clan: the shore of dreams
age: fourteen moons
prompt: a little spin-
off of snow white! <3

it felt like magic.
from the veils of gold that fluttered like butterflies down sepia-kissed dales to the dancing fairies that sang the most lovely of
falsettos.. the gentle aroma of golden pastries flooded the streets.. with the capriole of gnomes laced between. she had known this
place for as long as she could remember.
but, now.. there was something missing.. something that she couldn’t forget.

the dwarves.
in the faerie.. the legends once spoke of thousands of them, talented blacksmiths that were skilled in the art of iron and steel..but
she would have never dreamed that the souls she cared most about were the last of their kind.
because, once there were countless of them.. then, eight… but now, none remain.

those eight.. they were her everything.
and when they touched the stars and danced with the angels.. her heart had split down the middle.
all of them.. gone.

she had loved them.. loved them like brothers. she remembered so much. memories adorned with moments so beautiful.. it hurt.
the laughter.
the songs they had crowded around a campfire to sing.
and.. her ninth birthday.. the last time that she had ever seen them.. and sweet gavec.

she could still hear the melodic sound of his voice.. the crescendo of his laughter. he always had a way of making the world a little
brighter.. a little more hopeful. he had never done anything to hurt anyone.. he wouldn’t even hurt a fly.

it had been so innocent.
the dwarves.. they only wanted to show her a will-o-wisp.. said they had one in a little, glass jar for a gift.. and would be back in a
moment. but, that moment.. it stretched out into eternity.
and she never saw them again, only their curls of bronze.. curls that no longer bounced with life, and an empty, glass jar.

ever since.. things never had been the same.
not without her brothers.

but, now.. the will-o-wisps were all around her..
a bittersweet reminder of the ones she had lost.

glowing.. like little stars that had fallen from the skies above.. blue curls of fire danced to the song of the morning skies. a tango
that seemed almost like ballet as the little wisps painted the soft siennas of the village with flecks of lilac.
it was almost enough for her to forget.. forget the ache in her heart and the shattered beat of her soul.

“leilani, my dear..”
startling a little as a soft, lyrical melody touched reality, the aroma of withering roses fluttered close as eyes that captivated the
vibrant hue of sea corals, glowed in the dark embrace of the shadows.

“do i know you?”
a wisp of a smile adorned her lips as curls of ivory peaked from the dark, basking in the shine of a thousand spotlights that
embellished the skies above. she didn’t recognize her.. did she? “you don’t seem familiar. can i help you with anything?”

“you’re always with the formalities, my dear. you should give yourself a break.. you’re the guardian of the faerie, after all.”

“ i.. i don’t think it matters too much, anyway.”

“of course, it matters!”
at the shrill crescendo of her voice, the beautiful enigma of silence fell over the village.. a hush that seemed far too rushed as the
periwinkles of little will-o-wisps seemed to dwindle as if startled by the melody of her voice. “here.. you should have something..”

gold and glistening beneath the dappled sunlight, the twinkle of a freshly-baked pastry shone before her eyes. braided with
aureate, honey oozed from the little gaps between each valley that fell from every sugared peak.
it looked delicious. a bite wouldn’t hurt.. would it?

the touch of honey against her lips exploded with a sweetness beyond anything she had ever tasted.. there was a moment of bliss
as warmth adorned her back, almost like butterflies. but.. it all dwindled away, replaced with the weight of an ocean in her chest.

breathe.
but, it already felt like she was fading away.. reality was slipping away as bitterness blossomed like a poisoned rose on her lips. she
didn’t understand.. and perhaps, never will.

because then.. all she saw were stars.. and entire galaxies.
then.. nothing.

it felt like a thousand years.. maybe it was a thousand years.
a thousand years, dancing in the dark..

but, it all started off as a blip.
a little blip of light.
two.
three.

flashes.
then, finally, a glimpse.
a glimpse of light that ate away at the shadows.

-----

the periwinkle glow of a will-o-wisp was all she saw at first.

but, the world she woke up to.. it was far more different from the one she remembered.
it was a dark and lonely place.. with more thorns than roses. all she could see was the sepia hues of rot that had been smeared
across the pastels of blooming flowers.. and l the dying soul at the side of the glass chamber that embellished the expanse all
around her.

gavec.
she couldn’t breathe.. almost like she was drowning.. choking on thin air. it couldn’t be.. could it? curls of bronze.. ocean eyes
stretched wide like the rippling seas that she once dreamed of.

“glad to see you awake, lei.”

“gavec!”

a little grin adorned his lips.. lips that were now decorated with soft blues.
“on the bright side, at least i’m not a will-o-wisp.”

a will-o-wisp?
“i don’t.. i don’t-”
“hush, lei.. you don’t need to understand.. just promise-”
“promise what, gav?”
“to fulfil-”

then.. he was gone.
eyes with the ocean held in it’s depths cradled away by moths of darkness.. his lovely voice still blossomed like a snowbell in an
angel’s breath.

her duties.. he wanted her to fulfil her duties as the guardian of faerie.
a duty she failed to keep..
a duty that made her promise to keep the faerie beautiful and whole.. but, while she was gone.. it had changed so much.
was it too late?