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a simple lad for y'all bc im exhausted rn
this cat is looking for something - what is it? you have 400 words OR 1 art piece with 20 words.

ends august 18th at CS rollover!

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[b]Cat Name:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Rank:[/b]
[b]Clan:[/b] (Please link)
[b]Age:[/b] (1 year or above)
[b]Prompt:[/b]

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Name: Haven
Gender: male
Rank: scout
Clan: RuinClan
Description: chocolate self with high white and blue eyes
Age: 7 years
Edits: [c] ear placement, ear tufts, pupil shape edit (X)
Owner: Dinolil1

[ethium]

Username: ethium
Cat Name: sparrowtuft
Gender: tom
Rank: healer
Clan: drizzleclan
Age: 48 moons
Prompt: wip !!

[dimi.]

Username: dimi.
Cat Name: Riverflutter
Gender: Female
Rank: Undecided
Clan: Forum/viewtopic.php?f=103&t=4604644&hilit=Tides
Age: 1 year
Prompt: "And so she gazed upon the stars, wondering what her purpose among the clan was."
(Art wip)

[néktar]

Username: néktar
Cat Name: rabbit that leaps through tall grass, rabbit
Gender: male
Rank: guardian
Clan: the groves
Age: 37 moons
Prompt:

[prettypinkstar]

so... soft

its lovely i cant stop staring at it

[nindroidzane]

Username: nindroidzane
Cat Name: Russell -> Milkfur
Gender: male
Rank: hunter
Clan: FrostClan
Age: 29 moons
Prompt:
The barn owls had taken over the rafters of the barn again. They hooted at Russell as he loped in, and he waved his tail at them, half-heartedly trying to shoo them off. They shut up, but remained perched above the doorway, huge eyes staring at him as he flopped into a scratchy mound of hay. He sighed. Good enough, he supposed.

For a while, he laid there, tail flicking absent-mindedly, the owls preening their feathers, the ancient clock going tick tick tick. It was like this every night. It was like this every day, even. Russell picked at the half-eaten mouse he'd caught earlier that day, but his heart wasn't really in it. It was so boring here. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been excited, the last time his heart had raced with adrenaline or he'd discovered something new and interesting. Back when he was a kit, maybe? When he'd discovered the dogs, or when he'd gotten stuck in the barn rafters? He wasn't sure. It didn't matter, anyway, really. Whatever it had been, it was a long time ago.

An owl hooted at him, drawing him out of his reminiscing. It was eyeing his mouse, wings fluttering impatiently. He rolled his eyes, flicking the mouse towards it. Two of them flew down at once, and he watched them scuffle over it. He and his sister used to scuffle like that, back when they were kits. Maybe that's part of the reason it was so boring around here. She'd been the fun one, after all, always looking out for some new adventure. Maybe she'd had the right idea, leaving the farm.

Russell mulled over that for a while, watching the owls pick at the scraps of the mouse they'd pretty well shredded. It wasn't too late for him to leave, too, if he really wanted to. Sure, he probably wouldn't find his sister, but that wasn't really what he was looking for. He was just looking for something more than this - some excitement, maybe some companionship. He wanted to see the world, make some friends. Some fellow cats, preferably, rather than these pesky owls.

Yeah, that sounded pretty nice. He sat up, shaking the hay from his fur. The owls scattered as he made his way out of the barn, much more energized than when he'd come in. It was time for Russell to find some adventure.
[400 words]

[Dinolil1]

Username: Dinolil1
Cat Name: Haven
Gender: Male
Rank: Scout
Clan: RuinClan
Age: 7 years
Prompt:

‘’What are you doing?’’ Ask a grey cat, eyes owlishly wide as she watched the lean tom pace the length of the den. Outside, there was a throaty growl of thunder and the sky continued to rage tirelessly. Though, Haven considered the fury of the skies to be less that of their leader, for at least it hadn’t snapped and bared its teeth, and nor had it exiled him in a fit of outrage. ‘’You know what you did was wrong…’’ The grey cat continued, shaking her head solemnly. ‘’You should’ve kept your mouth shut.’’ There was a hiss of rain and Haven scoffed disdainfully, ears twitching.

‘’I’m looking for where I asked for your opinion, Crow.’’ He shot back, throwing his head back in a guffaw. ‘’That old bat got what he deserved!’’ Haven hissed, eyes flashing as he caught a glimpse of his leader’s russet pelt. With a look of derision, the white and brown tom turned slowly to look back at Crow. ‘’And quite frankly, I’m also looking for your honour – if you have any left at all.’’ Haven spat, before running into the rain, disappearing into the forest. He could hear the others following, no doubt wanting to drag him back. Haven also knew he’d out-run every single one of them. Now, he was only looking for home. With the rain rattling over-head, Haven knew he couldn’t stay alone for long.

With his leader furious, no doubt his cronies would be on the look-out for him; And Haven knew there was no hope of looking for their hearts. He’d already sought those out and they were nowhere in sight. Ears twitching, Haven set out in search for home, some place to rest.

[jazz.]

Username: jazz.
Cat Name: Lucky Dice
Gender: male
Rank: Vicecomes
Clan: ronan's vow
Age: 15 moons
Prompt:
always on the lookout for that mythical four-leaf clover!

[mal du pays]

Username: Takura.
Cat Name: Doom's Voice
Gender: Male
Rank: Crew
Clan: The Grimwood Galleon
Age: 80 moons
Prompt:
The tom tapped his paws along the sand of the beach, his gaze skimming to and fro as he wandered along the shoreline. He wasn't exactly sure what he was searching for, at this moment - he was sure he would figure out what it was when he found it. His attention was solely focused on his mission to find.. whatever it was he was looking for - so much so that he didn't notice when he ran into someone.
"Excuse me--"
The other party let out a huff, his eyes narrowed. "A sorry would've been preferred."
Standing in front of him was a large, white & cream tabby tom. He watched as the larger cat shook himself out, unveiling massive wings, and he shrunk down somewhat. "Alright, I'm sorry. I was distracted while searching for something."
This elicited a response from the other tom - an amused chirp, and he felt conflicted. "Oh? What are you looking for? Perhaps I could be of assistance in your quest."
"I'll be honest and say that I'm not entirely sure." Doom replied. "I just know that I'll be able to tell when I find it."
"Interesting." The other replied, his tail flicking. Doom could swear that he could hear a bell ringing from somewhere he couldn't discern; part of that sound felt like it contained the answers he was wanting. After a moment the large tabby tom stood up, giving a tilt of his head. "Well, I suppose I shouldn't be keeping you much longer. I'll take my leave."
"Ah, alright--" Before Doom could finish speaking, the large tabby seemingly vanished into thin air. He swallowed, looking around as if he'd simply ducked away to hide. After he was sure that the tabby tom was truly gone, he began walking again - back on the search for whatever it was he was looking for.

Days turned into months and he was still searching, trying to find what it was. He was so sure he'd know when he found it! His mind reflected each time he searched for it that sound of the bell - a sound that gave him the motivation to keep looking for this unknown reward.
Getting to his feet, he began to wander the island again, continuing to look around for it.
Perhaps, in the end of everything, what he was seeking was his purpose.
His grand purpose in the scheme of everything.
[399 words]

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