[BigFrog4231]

I'm a poor lonesome cowboy </3

Would it be a bigfrog ga term w/o a cowboy cat?

Anyways!! What does loyalty mean to this cat?

Ends Jan. 20th at cs roll-over (19th-20th)

Ends Jan. 23rd at cs roll-over (22nd-23rd)

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Name: Rattler
Gender: transmasc (he/him!)
Rank: outlaw > Sheriff's Deputy (eventually)
Clan: Glacialclan
Description: light amber broken mackerel tabby with low white and blue eyes
Age: 21 moons
Edits: - nr - expression, scars, accessories
c- whiskers, eyeshape, ear placement
uc- medium fur edits
Owner: kennymcnenny

[nio]

Username: nio
Cat Name: Charlie
Gender: bigender
Rank: outlaw
Clan: mesaclan
Age: 67m
Prompt:
Cats shifted in the darkness, sleep disturbed by the nearby Thundersnake racing past. The rhythmic thundering rang through the alleyway, bouncing from wall to wall. The air was thick and hot, despite being the dead of night. Amongst the scattered group of dozing cats sat one, wide awake. The cat stared down at the group of cats surrounding him. Someone sneezed in their sleep.

The lone cat stood, weaving his way through the hot pelts, footsteps light. The Thundersnake was gone now, so he had to be quiet as not to wake anyone. Never wake a sleeping outlaw, if you know what's good for you.

As the cat reached the end of the alleyway, a large shadowy cat appeared before him. The shadowy cat growled.

"Texas." The cat nodded to the shadowy cat, who stared back reluctantly.

"Charlie." The deep voice almost made the cats fur stand on end. He never could get used to it. "Where are you off too?"

"Just going for a walk. Can't sleep." The cat, Charlie, shuffled his paws. He hated being antagonised like this, over the simplest things. "Or is walking against your law now?"

"Don't get smart with me." Texas Red unsheathed his claws, making a show of dragging them across the ground. "Don't go prancing around with any kittypets."

Charlie snorted. Without responding, he padded onto the street and bolted across the empty Thunderpath. The night was usually quiet, aside from the occasional Thundersnake. Once on the other side, Charlie climbed the nearby abandoned Twoleg nest. This was his favourite place to sit. It was high, he could see all down the street, inside the alley, and across the plains. It was the perfect watchspot.

Or the perfect thinking spot.

Charlie heaved a heavy sigh. Was living like this really worth it? Being ordered around, his every move being monitored? As much as he was uncomfortable with the way of the outlaws, he didn't really know anything else. They helped him out, moons and moons ago. Charlie was not the kind of cat to throw his loyalty around. It had to be earned, deserved. And when the outlaws saved him from the Twoleg trapper, he vowed his loyalty to them.

So loyal to them is what he is. He gave up his kittypet friends, he followed their rules, he helped them out. No matter how he ends up feeling about them, he's given a promise. He's given his loyalty. There was no worse way of showing bad character than disloyalty.

Charlie was a good cat. He wouldn't let himself be anything but that. And so loyal to the outlaws he will stay.

[Saeli]

Username: Tharmora
Cat Name: Mason
Gender: Male
Rank: Wanderer
Clan: Storm Knights
Age: 7 years
Prompt:

"What is loyalty to you?" Mason pondered the question when he was asked by one of the Storm Knights guards before he could enter the keep. The guards at the gate always ask this when he returns, or something along the lines of where does your loyalty lie, are you here as a spy, blah, blah, blah.

In the past their negative assumptions about him would be true. He used to be loyal to no one but himself. As such he was never part of a clan before. Mason spent his time wandering between different clans territories, never truly having a home. If he encountered any cats in his travels, Mason would sell whatever information he had about their neighbors in order to buy himself safe passage. He didn't care what happened to the opposing clans when he did this. All that mattered was he would have kept himself safe. Most of the clans were familiar with him by now since he found a "safe" path he would take as the seasons passed.

That all changed when Mason was passing through the Storm Knights territory. He visited the keep to see if he would be able to trade for any supplies for his journey. He heard murmurings of something dangerous around the area and decided he shouldn't stay very long this time. By the time Mason left the keep, night was fast approaching. He decided he needed to find a safe place to rest for the night. Unfortunately, while looking for a safe place to rest, Mason heard howling. Howling that was way to close for comfort. The danger the inhabitants of the keep were referring to must have been a pack of wild dogs. Mason immediately started running back towards the keep, surely they would grant him haven for the night.

In his panic and the growing darkness, Mason fumbled through the woods toward the keep. He was making too much noise and tripping over roots constantly and the howls just kept growing louder. Then something collided with Mason and he was thrown into a tree. He saw the maw of a beast about to come down on him. Closing his eyes, Mason accepted his fate, but the pain and darkness never came.

When Mason opened his eyes he stared at the group of Knights who had appeared before him. They were led by Queen Stormy herself. He watched in awe as Queen Stormy kept herself positioned between him and the dogs. She fought them off alongside her loyal Knights, protecting him all the while. When the beasts had been successfully scared away, the Knights regrouped and transported the wounded, including Mason, back to the keep to to be nursed back to health.

From that day forward he vowed he would never betray the Queen who saved him. She was the only cat who ever protected his life as fiercely as he did. Mason couldn't bring himself to integrate into the keep life after his recovery, but he did make his permanent home within the Storm Knights territory.

With gentle shake of his head, Mason replied to the gatekeeper, "You know I'm loyal to your Queen. I've been reporting information to her on the surrounding territories for a year now."


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[wangji]

Username: guts.
Cat Name: Ranger
Gender: Male
Rank: Loner
Clan: Fogclan
Age: 38 moons
Prompt:
A hard question for a cat who's whole life revolves around hopping from place to place. The thought had never occurred to Ranger. Thinking well and hard about it with his head cocked to the side, he came to his conclusion, "Loyalty is when you stay up long lonesome nights thinkin' 'bout the ones you love. It's about coming home to them after moons of travelin' on your own and how they too have been waitin' and thinkin' 'bout you. They take ya' in with lovin' arms to welcome you back. Then, when it's time t'head out again, they let ya' go all over again."
He smiled, sitting down with a fond look in his eye, "Lettin' go 'a someone is the hardest thing anyone can do. But, it's also the best way t'show your love and loyalty to them n' their choices. Loyalty is 'bout lovin' and lettin' go of those who wish to be free and that no matter how far they are or how long it's been, you still love 'em and welcome 'em back when they come home." Ranger purred, gazing off into the distance beyond him, "Perhaps it's time for me t'go back home soon too..." He pondered aloud.
[204 words]

[fruitbat]

Username: fruitbat
Cat Name: Rango
Gender: Male
Rank: Overruling master
Clan: Rigi
Age: 5 years
Prompt:

The Rigi clan are ruthless, unforgiving and truly a force to be reckoned with. Might makes right, the ends justify the means, and the only sin is defeat. They have developed a warrior culture that believes strength is everything, known for their fierce courage and barbaric culture. Loyalty to the overruling master is essential for surviving in the Rigi clan, and Rango has not only earnt it, but demands it.

Rango only knows the hardship in the wastelands. Growing up inhaling the dry air and fearing the black, heavy clouds of brewing thunderstorms, he only wants his followers to have a better experience than he ever did. Hulking beasts, bloodied fangs, curving claws, and stampeding hooves are what can kill you in the wastelands, so life without guidance is going to be a short one. He knows this because he has witnessed the departures and deaths of many family members. After losing his father, the previous Rigi master, he vowed to become the strongest leader. Never short of resilience and determination, he immediately demanded respect from his followers. Some instantly handed over their unswerving allegiance to Rango, whilst others believed he had to prove himself worthy of the title that was given purely by lineage.

Rango trained himself relentlessly day after day. He believed the only way prove his worth, to win the respect of others, and to regain control of his own life was securing his status as the mightiest master. A number of Rigi cats began to pay closer attention to Rango when he fixed what his father had broken. Those who witnessed his skill and authority started to trust Rango, eventually pledging their allegiance to him. And luckily they did, otherwise the giant worms and terrifying beats that lurked the Rigi territory would have torn them to shreds.

So loyalty to Rango, the overruling master of the Rigi, is very important for the survival and maintenance of the clan. However, your loyalty must have integrity and consistency. You can't be loyal to Rango alone without being loyal to the rest of the higher-ranking cats. Being loyal to your leaders pays off, as they will all have your back and protect you from the disloyal, the scary, and the uttermost terrifying things.

[saltcow]

oh dear god i love this cat
mark

[Goatmom]

Username: Goatmom
Cat Name: Buckhunt
Gender: Male
Rank: Deputy
Clan: GroveClan https://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=103&t=4676447
Age: 45 moons
Prompt:

Believe it or not Buck was a kittypet. Well, he was a barn cat on a cattle ranch. He tolerated the people.

The other barn cats however, he did more than tolerate. They were a rag tag group, all nicked ears and dusty pelts. But Buckhunt, then Buck, and a dark brown tom name Bull were the closest. They were kits together and in their youth they learned to hunt side by side, and pestered the farm dog for fun. In harder times they fended off coyotes and spent long cold winter nights in the barn. They had no greater loyalty that to each other. Brothers in all but blood.

All that changed when the ranch owner bought his daughter a cat.

Her name was Ginger, and she was a beautiful long furred ginger tabby. It was love at first sight. Unfortunately for both of the toms.

Buck and Bull spent a few moons trying win Gingers affection. And in the end it was Buck she fell for.

Bull did not take it well. One day, blinded by jealousy, he lured ginger out of the house. After an argument over why she chose Buck, he flys into a rage.

Buck hearing a commotion from the barn runs out just in time to see Bull kill Ginger. He bolts forward, leaping onto and tearing into his once best friend.

When the dust settles Buck is left beaten and bloody between the body's of his beloved and his once best friend.

That night he limped away from the ranch, from the other cats. It would be many years before he could trust another cat. Let alone feel the loyalty he had once felt for Buck. And he never loved another she cat like he had loved Ginger.

( roughly based on Matt Dillan and Kitty Russell from gunsmoke)

[Griff]

Username: Griff
Cat Name: Strawfur
Gender: Male
Rank: TBD
Clan: https://toyhou.se/griffhighwind/charact ... er:2507939
Age: 19 Moons
Prompt:

Loyalty... it was an easy term to say but a hard one to live. For Strawfur it meant standing beside those you cared about, until you could no longer stand. Seemed an easy enough creed to live by. After all he loved his clan, his mate, his brothers and sisters. How were any of them to know what the future held? When the Two-Leggers started to develop, the cats were either chased off... or worse. Those stubborn enough to stay found themselves beset often enough by hounds.

His own clan was one of those. Like a storm of fury he fought alongside his clan. It was a losing battle and he knew it. But they had his heart, his loyalty. And so like a mad thing he fought, and fought, and fought. AT the end of it all, he could no longer stand. His fur was stained crimson, and he was the last left alive. Out of respect, the leader of the hounds led his pack away from the wounded Strawfur, admiring his honor. Left with a warning to leave, find a new home, as the Two Leggers would not back down from this fight.

After honoring the lost he did. But whether another Clan would ever be able to win his loyalty? Well that was a whole other question.

[BigFrog4231]

Added an extension ^^ Ends the 23rd at cs roll-over (22nd to 23rd)

[kennymcnenny]

Username: kennymcnenny
Cat Name: Rattler
Gender: transmasc (he/him!)
Rank: outlaw > Sheriff's Deputy (eventually)
Clan: Glacialclan
Age: 21 moons
Prompt: (this ended up so long I'm so sorry omg)
"THISTLE! I think- ow, ow, stupid thorn. I think I lost her! I'm sure she has no idea where-" Rattler skidded to a halt in front of the tent that his leader usually stayed in, looking around the empty space in confusion, before his gaze focused on the cat staring at him. "Oh. Rat. It's you. Where's Thistle? I have important news."

"Busy getting the group ready to go." Ratscar snarled at him, making Rattler frown.
"Wait, why? What-"

"Kid. You're back, are you okay?" The familiar voice of Thistle came from behind him, making Rattler spin around and smile at his leader.

"Better than ever! I think I lost the sheriff completely, so we can head back to town while she's looking for us and-"

"No, kid, we can't." Thistle sighed, looking over the top of Rattler, towards Ratscar, and grimacing before looking back down at his friend. "We can't go back there."

"W-what? What about Longhorn? He's still there!" Rattler exclaimed, looking at Thistle in confusion as the older cat flinched at the name of his oldest friend.

"He's gone, kid." Thistle meowed, his voice taking on a tone that Rattler really didn't like, it meant bad news.

"Yeah, because we left him in town, I helped him hide. We need to go get him and bring him home." Rattler meowed, tilting his head slightly.

"He's gone, Rattler!" Thistle snapped, and it was Rattler's turn to flinch, taking a step back from Thistle. The scarred tom immediately softened, the loss of his friend was affecting him more than he thought it would. And Rattler wasn't taking it much better, looking at Thistle in horror once he realized what Thistle meant.

"No, no, that can't be right, I made sure he was hidden somewhere that nobody but me would find him." Rattler gasped out, slumping into a sitting position. "He can't be gone already."

"Kid- I-" Thistle took a deep breath before crouching down so he was on Rattler's level. "We'll have time to grieve later. We need to leave now."

"What?" Rattler blurted out, his head snapping back up to stare Thistle in the eye, ears pinned back against his head. Thistle shifted under the heavy stare of the young cat in front of him, Rattler was like a son to him, and he was about to tear his world apart. The leader glanced up at Ratscar, who was watching them with disgust on his face, and the hairless cat looked at Thistle pointedly.

"Kid, we need to leave. I'm sure you did very well in making sure the sheriff couldn't find us, but we have to go anyway. It's not safe for us here anymore." Thistle explained as gently as he could, this was the only home Rattler had ever really known.

"NO! We can't, we can't leave! This is our home, Thistle!" Rattler exclaimed, shaking his head, flinching when he heard a hiss from behind him.

"Are you going against our leader? You know what happens to cats that betray Thistle." Ratscar hissed, stalking past Rattler to stand in between Thistle and Rattler, staring the younger cat down.

"W- what, no, i'm- I'm not betraying anybody! This is just our home, we can't just leave! Especially without Longhorn!" Rattler meowed, taking a step back as Ratscar snarled at him again.

"That sounds like you're trying to go directly against Thistle, kid." Ratscar mocked him, whipping around to glare at Thistle as the tom tried to speak up, silencing him immediately before turning back to Rattler. "I warned you, Rattler."

Before Rattler could even take a breath, Ratscar was on him, paws battering his shoulders and face, and Rattler yowled his protest- a sound that quickly turned to one of pain as Ratscar unsheathed his claws, desperately trying to fight back against the older cat. But it seemed like Ratscar was somehow attacking from all sides, and Rattler had no idea where to lash out.

It couldn't have been more than a few seconds, but it felt like the rain of blows lasted for hours, leaving him dizzy and confused and panting as Ratscar finally stopped.

"Rat- that, that's enough." Thistle meowed, trying to shoulder his way in between the two cats, but the hairless cat doged around him.

"It's not." Ratscar hissed, getting in Rattler's face. "This coward has done everything but what you tell him to do since the start, I'm done pretending that everything is fine. He needs to pay for disobeying you."

"Ratscar." Thistle meowed, a warning clear in his voice. A warning that was ignored.

Rattler swayed on his paws, vision blurry as he tried to lash out at Ratscar- there wasn't a single ounce of power behind his movement. Ratscar laughed, a cruel, mocking sound, and pushed Rattler's paw away easily.

"And he'll pay the greatest price." Ratscar meowed, lunging for the young tom infront of him, claws raking across his chest. "I've been waiting to do this for moons." The hairless cat hissed in Rattler's ear before stepping back, letting the tom slump to the ground with a cry.

"RATTLER!" Thistle yowled, lunging past Ratscar and crouching over Rattler, pressing his paws to the wound across his chest. The young tom flailed weakly, trying to push Thistle off of him. "Stop, let me help! Rat, you need to get the hell out of here, right now."

Rat was about to say something when a yell rang out across the desert, making Thistle look around, the fur along his spine raising as he saw the patrol headed their way, the sheriff in the lead. "Oh great stars, we need to go. Rattler, she's coming, we need to go."

"There's no time, we'll never escape if we have to carry him. We're leaving him, that's final." Ratscar snarled, trying to push Thistle away from the wounded cat.

"I can't leave him like this you fool! I- he'll- t- they'll get information from him!" Thistle exclaimed, trying to get his shoulder underneath Rattler to hoist him up. "Help me!"

"He's a goner, Thistle, they won't be able to get anything out of him." Ratscar meowed, making Rattler hiss weakly in protest. "We need to leave, now."

Thistle looked between Rattler and Ratscar, looking pained as he stepped away from the younger cat, padding towards Rat, who was already starting to trot towards where the rest of the group waited for them.

"Thistle." Rattler rasped, trying to hoist himself to his paws and slumping back into the dirt immediately, panting from the exertion. "Thistle, is this really what you're doing?"

"What are you talking about, kid?" Thistle asked, gently placing a paw on Rattler's shoulder to keep him still.

"You're running away, like a coward. I never knew you to be a coward, Thistle, not since the day I was born." Rattler hissed, looking up at Thistle with anger in his gaze.

"No, no, kid, this is different. We're weak right now, we can't face the sheriff. It's run or end up-"

"Like me." Rattler snarled, lashing out at Thistle's paw, making the leader jump back, shaking off the sting of claws. "Run or end up like me. I'm not some stupid little kid like you think I am, Thistle. Rat has you wrapped around his claw, and he's going to destroy you."

"Rattler.." Thistle meowed, taking a step towards the young tom.

"Don't. You don't get to patronize me anymore. I gave you everything, Thistle, everything I was, everything I could do. I devoted my entire life and soul to this group and look at how you've repaid me. Look at what you let happen." Rattler hissed, making Thistle flinch.

Thistle opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by Ratscar yelling that they needed to go, and Thistle looked towards the patrol, cursing the stars once he realized how close they were.

"I have to go, Rattler. Say hello to Longhorn for me." Thistle shook his head, turning on his back paws and bounding away, heading towards the wagon that would get them out of there, and fast. Rattler watched him go, letting his eyes close as the group that he once called 'family' left him behind.

It didn't take long before he heard multiple sets of pawsteps come rushing for him, barely conscious as he squinted at the shadow above him, feeling hope spark through him. "Thistle..?"

"Not exactly, son. Which way did he go?" The cat asked, and Rattler's eyes widened when he saw the glint of gold on the hat the cat wore. The Sheriff. "We'll help you, but we need to catch Thistle. Please, which way did he go?"

Rattler stared at the group before him, letting out a weak huff to get the dust out of his face before gesturing towards the setting sun with his muzzle. "T- that way."

"Thank you. What's your name, son?" The cat asked, flicking her tail and sending most of the patrol bounding away towards the group, keeping two cats with her.

"Rattler." He rasped out, not having the energy to say anything else.

"Well, Rattler, you're mighty lucky we found you. The wound isn't deep, but it's nasty. Joey, have Barrel help you get Rattler back to town and get him the medical attention he needs." The Sheriff ordered, and the two cats with her quickly got to work getting Rattler off the ground with a quiet 'yes ma'am'. "I have an outlaw to catch."

Rattler watched as the sheriff leaped away, before wincing as the two cats hoisted him over their backs, trying not to move and cause problems. As he watched the patrol chase after his former family, he was surprised he felt nothing. But he supposed it made sense. Apparently loyalty meant nothing to the cat that he vowed his life to, and now loyalty meant nothing to him anymore either.