[kiwipen]

Storkatten, often shortened to Storkies, are a magical breed of fantasy felines. Descended from Freya's own mythical mounts, Storkies are chock-full of magic and potential. They're quite powerful and loyal companions. While some may choose to live in colonies out in the wild, others may choose the companionship of humans. Many Storkies also possess magical abilities, though require the usage of runes to unlock them.

This Storkie was born without magic, and they seem to have been sent forward in time thanks to the Time Paragon! How are they adapting to a society of Storkies where magic is commonplace? 300 word min.

Deadline: 4/22/2022 at midnight EST.
Unlimited extras / writing / etc. ;)

No set form, just link your colony and name them at minimum. And answer the prompt, of course.



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[b]Storkie Name;[/b]
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[b]Coat Description:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b] M/F/Custom
[b]Born Magic Type;[/b] Absent
[b]Additional Magic #1[/b] leave blank
[b]Additional Magic #2[/b] #2; leave blank

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Founder | Founder

[b]Children:[/b]
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-- [url]Child2[/url]
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[Agent Florida]

Trials of the Forgotten Sun Colony
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How are they adapting to a society of Storkies where magic is commonplace? 300 word min.

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[mystoxxiide]

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[minifun990]

mark

[witchcrafting]

Sunken Depths

[ Featured Storkies ]
Taurtis

Crow sat staring down the pit of the Sunken Depths. He had forgotten how long it had been; how long he had been there. He still remembered how disoriented he had been when he first arrived. A flash, a bright light. And then he was here.

He always thought magic was a children's tale, a fantasy parents told their kids to jumpstart their imagination.. He still didn't seem to think it was real...

The sounds of soft footsteps on the stone seemed to pull Crow from his day-dreaming.

"Something bothering you, skippy?"

Crow laughed, light-heartedly. Taurtis, his first friend he made in the colony was always there to ground him, it seemed. The magicless storkie gave a shrug, standing up. "Just the usual."

Raising a brow, Taurtis tilted his head. "Magic?"

"Magic."

Taurtis started toward the ramp that lead to the floor below them, beckoning Crow to follow suit. Feeling obliged, Crow followed after.

"It's just.. so strange, you know?" Crow spoke up, glancing around the colony before him. So many different coloured eyes.. So many different kinds of magic. "I always believed magic wasn't real. Until I showed up here one day. I thought I was dead or something." Crow shook his head, "You're all so unique, and have a use you can provide to your peers,"

"Hey, I think you're plenty useful." Taurtis hadn't meant to interrupt, stopping in his tracks, "You have knowledge that we probably wouldn't have been able to confirm without you." he hummed softly, giving Crow a pat on the shoulder. "Knowledge is just as useful as growing food for the colony. You've helped the leader be able to prepare for something extremely possible; a young kit appear without magic. I don't know if any of them would know how to handle that if it just suddenly happened; thank the time paragon."

Taurtis chuckled, inviting Crow to laugh, too.

"I suppose you're right," Crow nodded, "It's just something I still need to get used to, I guess."

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[vivibelle.]

hmmmm mark >: )

[Elaseiix]

Mark!

[Keryth]

Colony!
Word Count: 428

Maeral stumbled around the colony, disoriented. Despite superficial similarities, this world was entirely unlike their home, which just heightened the sense of unfamiliarity even further. Further complicating the issue was the fact it was very unlikely they would be able to return.

Simply, they were exhausted, stressed, and as lost as one could possibly get.

A kit wandered up to them, staring at their face. The kit’s eyes were a bright, unnerving blue. If Maeral were home, they would claim it was unnatural, but they had just been disabused of that notion.

They shifted uncomfortably under the stare, considering attempting to retrace their steps. They did not want to be questioned more about their home, but their dread had grown where they wanted to return to that den even less.

“What’s wrong with your eyes?” the kit finally asks, abrupt and blunt in away that only a child could be.

They took a moment to suppress their knee-jerk reaction, as this kit was just that, and may not know any better.

“What’s wrong with your eyes?” they question.

“Nothing,” the kit replies, very matter of fact, “but yours are weird.”

“How are mine any weirder than yours?”

The kit thinks for half a moment, before piping up again. “You don’t have any colors. That’s super weird.”

They shift, uncertain of how to continue, before the kit gasps dramatically. “If you don’t have colors, do you not have magic? Is it possible to not have magic? Are you sick? Are you going to die?”

The well-meaning concern makes them want to curl up and cry until they have no energy left. Makes them want to crawl into their den and not leave it for an entire season. Maeral’s normal is so inconceivable to the kit they’re speaking to that it’s as if a cat not having magic is something the child had never heard of before.

Their discomfort only grows when they realize that this kit has never heard of someone without magic before. In their time, magic was so unspeakably rare that it was regarded with a healthy amount of fear. Just because one could summon fire didn’t mean they could safely control it. Here, it was so ubiquitous to the point they were training kits - kits! - how to create flames from nothing.

It had only been a scant few hours, but they felt nearly sick and were desperate to go home. The realization that the only way to go back was by trusting an absurdly powerful mage did not assuage their anxiety in the slightest.

[24Beaver01]

Username: 24Beaver01
Colony link: Havenclan
Storkie name: Echogaze
Prompt: wip

When I was born the tribe was loud. Why were they so loud? Well, I suppose it could have been because new kits were born or because the hunters had recently left to get food, but that wasn't it. The healer stood next to me and my mother. "I don't sense any magical power from him but yet he is still alive." my mother looked at the tom confused, "what do you mean he has no magic! How could that be? Every cat is born with magic! His father and I have the strongest magic potential in the tribe! He should at least have some magic power!" the she-cat glanced down at her kit and then looked at the other two beside him. "well, what about these two?" the tom replied, "they seem to be fine! They have strong magic and will grow even stronger. Just as any other kit would their magic will continue to grow, and they will turn out to be fine warriors! But this one is... Different." he said looking at me. "what will we do? Is it just that his magic hasn't come yet? He must have magic how could he not. Maybe he's just a late bloomer?" the mother said frantically. "although no cats have been born without magic, and we don't know if that's true or not, I believe that he won't have any magic at all. No matter how long we wait." the healer looked at the dark kit debating what they would do with him. "well, we have to make a choice. Are we going to keep him in hopes that he has magic power in the future? Or do we get rid of him?" the she-cat looked at the tom stunned that he would even suggest that they abandon him. But then she slowly began to realize this world is no place for a cat without magic. If you don't have magic then you simply can't survive in this world. Even if you have a whole tribe trying to care for you then you would only be weighing them down. So after some thought, the she-cat gave her answer, "we will keep him until he is of apprentice age. If he hasn't gained his magic by then... We'll have no choice but to get rid of him." she spoke sadly like she didn't want to really get rid of her own kit, but she knew there was no choice. He would simply be bullied and won't be able to take care of himself. He deserves to live a better life, one where he could live how he pleases and not be bullied or struggle to survive, a life where he can be happy. "as you wish, dew. But you still need to name the kits." the healer pointed out. The she-cat laid down with her kits nuzzling for milk. "I would like to wait for their father to get back from his hunt to name them with him. And when he comes back would you tell him what's happened, fog?" the tom looked back at the mother whose eyes were pleading him to do as she asked. "alright, I will, dew. Don't worry about it, I will deal with him just get some rest." the she-cat nodded and laid her head down and dozed off. Fog walked out of the den to the entrance of the cave and asked the guards if the hunters are headed back yet. "I think they are hunting down a hawk at the moment. They should be back in an hour." Fog nodded, gave his thanks, and walked back to his den. He flopped down and let out a heavy sigh. 'Why did this have to happen? What did the Tribe do to get a kit with no magic? No, what did Dew do to deserve this? Why did Dew have to choose that guy? Does she really even love him? We have known each other longer than she has ever known he existed! Why did she choose him over me...' He closed his eyes dosing off. Fog woke up when he heard the tribe welcoming the hunters back. He walked over to where the hunters were and pulled a black tom aside. "What is it Fog?" The dark tom asked. "Well,

[kiwipen]

Colony!
Word Count: 428

Maeral stumbled around the colony, disoriented. Despite superficial similarities, this world was entirely unlike their home, which just heightened the sense of unfamiliarity even further. Further complicating the issue was the fact it was very unlikely they would be able to return.

Simply, they were exhausted, stressed, and as lost as one could possibly get.

A kit wandered up to them, staring at their face. The kit’s eyes were a bright, unnerving blue. If Maeral were home, they would claim it was unnatural, but they had just been disabused of that notion.

They shifted uncomfortably under the stare, considering attempting to retrace their steps. They did not want to be questioned more about their home, but their dread had grown where they wanted to return to that den even less.

“What’s wrong with your eyes?” the kit finally asks, abrupt and blunt in away that only a child could be.

They took a moment to suppress their knee-jerk reaction, as this kit was just that, and may not know any better.

“What’s wrong with your eyes?” they question.

“Nothing,” the kit replies, very matter of fact, “but yours are weird.”

“How are mine any weirder than yours?”

The kit thinks for half a moment, before piping up again. “You don’t have any colors. That’s super weird.”

They shift, uncertain of how to continue, before the kit gasps dramatically. “If you don’t have colors, do you not have magic? Is it possible to not have magic? Are you sick? Are you going to die?”

The well-meaning concern makes them want to curl up and cry until they have no energy left. Makes them want to crawl into their den and not leave it for an entire season. Maeral’s normal is so inconceivable to the kit they’re speaking to that it’s as if a cat not having magic is something the child had never heard of before.

Their discomfort only grows when they realize that this kit has never heard of someone without magic before. In their time, magic was so unspeakably rare that it was regarded with a healthy amount of fear. Just because one could summon fire didn’t mean they could safely control it. Here, it was so ubiquitous to the point they were training kits - kits! - how to create flames from nothing.

It had only been a scant few hours, but they felt nearly sick and were desperate to go home. The realization that the only way to go back was by trusting an absurdly powerful mage did not assuage their anxiety in the slightest.

Winner!
24Beaver01 and witchingdreamons can both claim 15 CC from the shop as a compensation prize for participating ^^