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Tell me about a time no one believed this cat

Ends July 3rd, 11:59 PM CDT

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Name: Calderastrike
Gender: Female
Rank: Seriema
Clan: CaladiumClan
Description: Solid blue with blue eyes
Age: 15 moons
Edits: Accessories (nr), long tail (uc)
Owner: bmkmb

[quirky;]

Username: quirky;
Cat Name: Jaystorm
Gender: Tom
Rank: Hunter
Clan: LagoonClan
Age: 70 moons
Prompt: I padded into camp, relieved to finally be home. I had been taken hostage by a small Twoleg for the day and was ready to get back to LagoonClan. Kestrelspeck walked up to me with a quizzical expression.

"What's with the floating blue thing?" I tilted my head, confused.

"What floating blue thing?"

"Right behind you." Fear rose in me, and I spun around, only to be met by nothing.

"There's nothing there." I flicked my tail in annoyance as I walked past her. The rest of the clan cats kept staring and snickering.

"THERE IS NOTHING BEHIND ME YOU MOUSEBRAINS!" I screeched. They all burst out laughing and just dismissed my comment like it was a joke. There's nothing behind me...right?

[ivyy.]

Username: bunnoblizzard
Cat Name: Oceannose
Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Clan: ≋O≋c≋e≋a≋n≋ ≋C≋l≋a≋n
Age: 3 years + 7 moons
Prompt: Oceannose hissed at Smokewhisk who was laughing uncontrollably, "I DID NOT GET SCARED OF THE PICKLE!"

Smokewhisk had brought Oceannose to an overgrown, abandoned twoleg garden that held all kinds of prey-animal-foods. Some smelled sweet, some smelled bitter, and others didn't really have a smell. Whilst Smokewhisk parted from his patrol-partners side he spotted a long green thing hidden by vines. It had piqued Oceannose's interest and he removed the vines out of view and stepped back, into another pickle. The touch of the pickle behind him spooked him and he leaped into the air like an airborne hare. Smokewhisk imidiently spotted him and broke out in unstoppable laughter.

[/nyx.]

Username: bmkmb
Cat Name: Calderastrike
Gender: female
Rank: Seriema [offense warrior]
Clan: CaladiumClan
Age: 15 moons
Prompt: [and she never saw him again]

Around them, the earth shook. “Run,” Calderapaw realized, horror slowly setting in. Frantically, she glanced around the nursery. Was everyone out? Would they all survive? In the background, she heard Stratumpaw yelp, too high-pitched for his age, “It’s gonna collapse!”

Thunder rumbled, or maybe those were pawsteps. Smoke or dust clouded her vision; flashes of fire when she knew it was nothing but air. A paw jabbed at her flank, shaking her out of her petrified state, and she moved on autopilot, chasing after Stratumpaw as he dashed for safety.

Maybe she was yelling, shrieking in fear, or maybe it was the warblers (kittens) who were wailing. Calderapaw collided with another body, one more muscular than hers. Their scent was familiar, but she couldn’t tell who it belonged to. Within seconds, with an anticlimactic thud, it was all over.

She’d meant it as a prank, but the nursery had actually collapsed.

[...]

A figure loomed above them all, one black and undoubtedly displeased. “That nursery should have lasted for moons. There was no storm, no fire, no wind.” With a growl, her leader queried, emphasis on each and every word, “Who. Sabotaged. The nursery?”

Faster than she would’ve ever thought, a paw that wasn’t her own raised up, just barely visible in the air. “I did it!” a voice—Stratumpaw’s—announced. “It was a prank, and I roped Calderapaw into it.” With a terrified chuckle, the tomcat added, “I promise I wasn’t trying to murder anyone?”

Silence. Stratumpaw was Calderapaw’s best friend. Best friend, only friend. But he was also a renowned prankster who loved practical jokes. That meant…

“Exile!” Condorstar hissed. “You have taken this much too far, Stratumpaw. Do you know how many are injured, all younger than you? Should I list each and every kit that might’ve perished in their youth?!”

The frustration, anger, distraught; it was all palpable in the air. But Stratumpaw hadn’t done it; it was the other way around. Calderapaw had planned it; she had wanted to play. So Stratumpaw only came...

(...she hadn’t asked him to come, but she hadn’t questioned him, either. They were best friends, she’d assumed, so they’d do things together. But as the resident prankster, Stratumpaw must’ve known that it wasn’t safe. He must’ve come in case anything went wrong. He must’ve come…)

...as the scapegoat.

“NO!” someone cried—that was her voice. She hadn’t meant to scream that aloud, but now everyone was looking at her; she couldn’t just… Calderapaw confessed, “It was me! I planned the trick; it was supposed to make a window, not collapse the entire thing! I—”

A tail closed around Calderapaw’s maw, fur muting her voice; simultaneously, the Cardinal Seriema (who was apparently sitting beside her) shook her head at the leader. “I’m sorry, Condorstar,” Poinsettiabriar apologized. “Calderapaw and Stratumpaw are best of friends; I should’ve known she would want to protect him.”

No, no, no no no no nono—.

Without her permission, Calderapaw’s eyes teared up. This was her fault, hers!

(He came as the scapegoat...)

She held back a wail. Why would they not believe her?!

[I Like Bees]

Username: bmkmb
Cat Name: Calderastrike
Gender: female
Rank: Seriema [offense warrior]
Clan: CaladiumClan
Age: 15 moons
Prompt:
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