[I Like Bees]

These two cats are related and cannot have litters together

These cats are an optional partner comp! You may either apply for both yourself, or pair with another user and each apply for one cat but work on your entries together. Both cats will go to either the same user or same pair of partners; they won't be split between disconnected entries

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Tell me about an adventure these two have been on!

Ends July 27th August 3rd, 11:59 PM CDT

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#3637
Name: Trot
Gender: Female
Rank: Novice
Clan: Heart of Decay
Description: Chocolate mink with mid white and blue eyes
Age: 10 moons
Edits: [NR] Accessories; [C] whiskers, ear tufts, min fur
Owner: dimi.

#3638
Name: Skip
Gender: Female
Rank: Novice
Clan: Heart of Decay
Description: Blue sparbled mink lynx point with low white
and blue eyes
Age: 10 moons
Edits: [NR] Accessories, claws, expression; [C] whiskers,
sclera color, ear tufts, min fur, tongue
Owner: dimi.

[kyeza]

MARKINF

[crexmii]

Username: crexmii
Partner's Form: n /a
Which cat?: trying out for both !!
Cat Name: sproutpaw [chocolate mink] | sleetpaw [blue mink]
Gender: female [both]
Rank: apprentice | former royalty
Clan: the solivaganté
Age: 9 moons [both]
Prompt:

in the dead of night, two pairs of glimmering eyes stared out into the wilderness.
and with the flick of a brown tail, small paws scurried across the cave floor, making sure not to wake up any of their clanmates.

once they’d reached the forest, they pelted off into the darkness.
sproutpaw and sleekpaw’s adventure had just begun.

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“whee! we’re free!” squealed sleetpaw, bouncing eagerly around her best friend, sproutpaw. “no more silly rules to follow!” the blue tabby crowed happily. sproutpaw purred. “are you sure we should’ve gone? adelaide will be worried sick! a former princess, gone MISSING!”

sleetpaw rolled her ice-blue eyes and snorted. “too bad. i hated the clan! i prefer this instead. and I’m so glad you’re with me. sproutpaw, we can explore! we could visit anywhere! climb caelestis mountain and look up at the ether, or race through the kalopsia forest!”

she helps sproutpaw place the flower necklace she was making on her neck.
“you look beautiful!”

sproutpaw giggles. and staring up at the dawn sky, the two apprentices chattered away, hopeful for the misadventures to come.

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“hey! sproutpaw, come here! let’s go explore the anemoic burrows!” sleetpaw called, beckoning to her friend with her tail. the chocolate mink point bounded over to sleetpaw, who was sticking their head in each tunnel, searching for buried treasures.

“let’s go down this tunnel,” sproutpaw suggested, nudging her companion, and they slipped down into the subterranean world.

they’d probably been exploring for an hour or more, watching hedgehogs and hares scurry around. “this is soooo cool.” sproutpaw gasped. “these burrows are huge! i wonder why no cat lives in them anymore?”

“i wonder. maybe they just aren’t brave enough, and they hate getting their pelts dirty!” sleetpaw laughed, her pale blue pelt streaked with dirt and mud.
the two she-cats laughed together, scaring away all other critters in sight.

“i don’t regret a single thing, coming on this journey with you. this is so much better than softclan!” sproutpaw grinned.

sleetpaw winked back, sticking her tongue out. “i told you so!”

suddenly, a low, eerie noise interrupts them from their thoughts. sproutpaw feels a chill creep along her spine. her neck fur starts to bristle. sleetpaw halts beside her. she puts on a brave face, but sproutpaw can feel her trembling.

“…what was that?” she whispers, azure blue eyes staring into the darkness.
now that she thought about it, it was quiet.

too quiet.

suddenly there’s a flash of black fur (was that even a cat?) and they hear a guttural growl echoing around the burrows. the apprentices don’t know where the sound’s coming from. it sounds from everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

sleetpaw steps closer to sproutpaw. she’s really scared now and not even trying to hide it. sproutpaw delicately steps forward. there’s a light coming from somewhere. sleetpaw cranes her head around, and is face to face with a third pair of glowing eyes.

she shrieks in terror and backs into sproutpaw. “voidlurkers!”
they know not to mess around with those creatures. desperately, sleetpaw and sproutpaw search for an exit. they’re trapped. panting, puffing they twist and turn, but it seems that they are only going deeper inside.

the black creatures are on their tail. suddenly their paws have touched down on grass, and they stop to catch their breath.
“that was something! we escaped!” she squealed.

and then a slash of claws. sleetpaw screams. flashes of black, and suddenly there’s a deep wound in the grey she-cat’s neck.
a weird, ink-like ooze bubbles on her wound, mixing with the crimson blood that’s leaking out.

sproutpaw cries out, instantly dashing to sleetpaw’s side. the voidlurker seems to have vanished back into the underground burrows.
“sleetpaw! are you alright?” she cries.

sleetpaw stands up on wobbly paws, but sproutpaw can already tell that she’s not herself anymore. the umbral substance has spread to the patch of fur on her neck where she was scratched. the liquid envelopes her.

sleetpaw tries to open her mouth and say something and reassure her, but all that comes out is a haunting screech.

all of a sudden, the creature in front of her is definitely not her friend. the eldritch being is no longer a cat, although it bears the shape of one. “NO!” sproutpaw screams. “BRING HER BACK! GIVE HER BACK!” as the voidlurker lurches towards her, she backs away, tears falling onto the grass. she digs her claws into the ground.

now sproutpaw runs for her life, as what was once her friend hunts her down. it reminds her of when they used to play tag in the meadows they once visited.
she knows it’s too late. once you’ve been scratched or touched, tou’ve been corrupted. sleetpaw was one of them now.

sproutpaw isn’t looking in front and suddenly bumps into a soft pelt.
staring up in horror, she leaps back. another cat is watching her in shock, clearly taken aback. she relaxes and mews, “sorry! so sorry! i…i thought you were another voidlurker.” the chocolate she-cat sniffles.

a black tortoiseshell stares at her with mismatched eyes. “who are you? are you alright, youngster?”
sproutpaw nods, glancing back behind her. “sleetpaw — no, the creature, is gone. “i’m sproutpaw.”

now she is safe. she can pour her heart out and grieve. she sits down and sobs. it was all her fault. sleetpaw was corrupted because she suggested she go into the anemoic burrows. everything is sproutpaw’s fault. from starting the adventure to ending it.

she cries for about half an hour before she realises she forgot about the other cat.

the tortoiseshell molly had awkwardly sat down next to her, unsure whether she should leave. “are…are you alright?”
“…yeah,” sproutpaw sniffs, not wanting the stranger to pity her. “my friend got corrupted, that’s all.”

“oh. i’m sorry.” she mews softly. “i’ve had that happen to too many friends of mine.” sproutpaw looks up. she really feels she can understand this stranger.
“who’re you?

the tortie smiles a small, sad smile. “i’m belladonna, and i’m just a wanderer.”

[ i’m sorry i HAD to make it sad 😔 i literally can’t write happy stories/silly ]

[dimi.]

Username: dimi.
Partner's Form: N/A
Which cat?: Going for both!
Cat Names: Trot [top] and Skip [bottom]
Genders: Both Female
Ranks: Novices
Clan: Heart of Decay
Age: 10 moons
Prompt:

"Okay, now, what you want to do is lean back, so that way your shadow doesn't go over the water." A molly uttered. She, along with Trot and Skip sat on the shore of a river, gazing at it. The river was ripe with fish, some leaping out of the water, retreating into the water quickly with soft splashes. The two apprentices were learning how to fish -- something that was essential to their current clans survival, for their forest was currently the highlight of a brutal territorial dispute.

"Why do we need to do that, Ambersky?" Trot asked, her head tilting to the side curiously as her deep blue eyes met the rushing river.

"So the fish don't see you, foxbrain." Skip groaned out next to her. "That's common sense."

"Now, Skip, that's not nice. It's a valid question. Many cats just dive in head first expecting a fish to land in their mouth." Ambersky explained, her tail gently striking the back of Skip's head. "Now, you try it."

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The training had concluded hours ago, but Skip and Trot were still eager to practice. And so, as the bright white moon rose, Trot and Skip made their way to the river quietly, making sure not to wake a single cat in the camp.

"Say, Skip, do ya think it's easier to hunt fish at night, since the sun isn't out to give us shadows?" Trot inquired. Skip's ears perked up curiously.

"You know, maybe! I just want to practice without Amber there mom'in us." Skip said with a flick of her tail. "Smacking my head with her tail, tch. It was common sense earlier..."

"Hey!" Trot gently pushed Skip towards the river with a light laugh. "Be nice, common sense isn't always common."

"You got that right, sis." Skip retorted, the two emerging from the brief tree line before the river. The moonlight glinted off the surface beautifully, a sight that entranced both Skip and Trot, the two standing in silence admiring it for a moment.

"That is beautiful." Trot finally spoke, a soft sigh leaving her. Skip nodded along, unwilling to admit the sight had even caught her eye.

"Let's get to it, you go first." Skip said, Trot quickly moving towards the edge of the river. She sat at the edge, slightly leering over the water. The fish weren't nearly as present as the morning hours, a disappointed gaze falling over her.

"Well, all the fish are asleep..." Trot said in disappointment. "There's only a couple here."

"You gotta try anyway! Just because there's not many doesn't mean it's impossible, that's what Amber was sayin'." Skip said reassuringly, which took Trot off guard. Trot's gaze then grew stern, her eyes fixated on the water. She waiting in silence, her eyes locking onto a much larger fish further off the shore. Without warning, Trot leaped forward, and dove into the water. She dropped beneath the surface, Skip looking at the water in concern. Trot soon emerged, holding a large fish in her maw.

"Look! I did it!" Trot yowled excitedly, her voice muffled by the scales in her mouth. The fish suddenly began to thrash wildly, and knocked Trot off balance. Trot would quickly be caught in a current, and sent down the river.

"TROT!" Skip yelled, running along the bank of the river. "Shoot, find something to grab onto!" She yelled, her eyes darting in each direction as she tried to find something for the molly to grab. But she saw nothing.

"SKIP!" Trot cried out, her paws flailing wildly. Skip's heart was racing as she ran along the river, barely keeping pace with Trot. Skip and Trot would travel the river for several minutes, Skip's paws beginning to ache from the trek. Her lungs felt depraved of air, her mouth dry.

"Trot, you gotta.. gotta find something to grab onto! I can't keep up for much longer!"

During this time, Trot had fallen beneath the current several times, but always frantically reemerged, gasping for air. "I ain't seeing anything, Skip! I would've grabbed it by now if I did!"

"Should I go back home and see if they can help?!" Skip yipped.

"No! I don't want to be here alone if I die!" Trot replied, her voice cracking. Skip's eyes widened -- she didn't know Trot viewed it as life or death. Something about this filled her with energy. Motivation. Soon, Skip would suddenly take off ahead of Trot. Her eyes darted wildly, and soon, she set her eyes on a series of rocks and twigs that went into the river, towards where Trot was going. She leaped onto these rocks, and turned to Trot.

"I need you to veer your body all the way to the right, now!" Skip yelled. Trot, without hesitation, flailed her body wildly. As Trot began to pass Skip, she leaned down, and grasped her scruff tightly, dragging her out of the water and throwing her to shore.

Trot would land with a soft thump, coughing up some water.

"Wow.. I can't believe you picked me up! That was awesome!" Trot said with a loud laugh.

"What'd ya mean that was awesome?! That was horrifying! You could've died!" Skip spat, gasping for air. "Oh man, that.. that was a lot of running." Skip then collapsed.

"Uh... Skip." Trot's voice suddenly grew quiet. "Who are they?"

Skip, out of breath and exhausted, gazed upward, but quickly stumbled to her paws when she realized there was two unfamiliar mollies before her -- Soot and Kora.

"Wow, what mess did you two get yourselves into?" Soot inquired, looking over the two. "You're absolutely drenched, poor thing." Soot said in regards to Trot. "And you look like you just ran a marathon!"

"Probably because I did!" Skip yipped, Soot's ears pinning back. The black molly next to Soot suddenly moved forward.

"What are you doing in the Heart of Decay?" Kora asked, her green eyes analyzing each of the apprentices.

"Well, ya see, we were practicing our fishing, and..." Skip trailed off, looking over at Trot. "Wanna explain what ya did?"

"I jumped in, after a big ole fish, and it wrestled free from me, and knocked me into a current. Dragged us all the way here. I promise we don't mean to trespass." Trot said, bowing her head respectfully before spitting up more water.

"Kora, they're just kits. And that one clearly needs medical attention." Soot said in reference to Trot.

"Very well. You two, come with us."

And that is how Trot and Skip came across their new home.

[Macabre.]

Username: Macabre.
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Which cat?: Both <3
Cat Name:
Top: DuskPaw // DuskBeetle
Bottom: StormPaw // StormQuill
Gender: Both Male
Rank: Both Apprentices // Wanderers
Clan: BirchClan
Age: Both 1 year
Prompt:

DuskPaw and StormPaw were born in a clan far away from BirchClan. They chose to leave the clan, after their mother passed from an illness soon after they were apprenticed. The brothers never felt like they had a place in the clan. Their mother had been sick since they were born, and was unable to care for them. Their mentors were at best disinterested, all the other cats in the clan walked on eggshells around the two, knowing their mothers health was declining. They only stayed in the clan long enough to say goodbye to their mother one last time, promising her they would always keep an eye on each other. They now spend their time traveling. They decided to get as far away from the clan's territory as possible, knowing they would be ostracized for leaving. Their first night away they promised each other they would always have each others backs, never leaving the other's side, best friends forever. As they traveled they settled on a routine, traveling the 6 sunrises towards BirchClan, then in a loose circle around BirchClans territory, zigzagging through twoleg territory, only returning to their original clans territory once a year to see the few friends they had.

BirchClan was wary of the loners at first but they became welcome faces when they brought some catmint from a twolegs garden during leafbare. DuskPaw and StormPaw are very familiar with herbs and could identify them in the twolegs territory. On another loop through the territory during newleaf he stopped by to bring a catmint plant with a root so the clan could try to grow it. Now on every visit he brings a different rooted plant to give the medicine cats.

They had gotten the idea from some kitty pets they met on their travels. They had met a Kittypet called Calluna, and they were surprised when she seemed to know so many herbs, way more than the clans used. They spent time with her in her twolegs garden, learning about each plant there. and one warm newleaf morning they watched her twoleg bring some plants into they yard and start digging holes.

"Why would the twolegs dig holes like that Calluna?" DuskPaw asked. "Yeah, their messing up their perfect garden." StormPaw added.

"its called gardening," Calluna meowed, "It's how the twolegs keep their gardens so perfect looking, they add the plants they want, and remove the plants they don't. It's pretty but it can be annoying when they remove something that's useful."

"How do they keep the plants alive? And where do they get them?" StormPaw asked, he was already thinking of how they could introduce this to the clan cats.

"Calluna you know the BirchClan cats, do you think they would be able to use this gardening to keep their herbs in stock?" DuskPaw asked, thinking the same thing.

"Well I suppose they could make a garden just fine, if they know what plants they need and how to care for them." Calluna mused. "They would need the proper sunlight, and the ability to bring water to them if theirs a drought, but yes I suppose the clan could garden like the twolegs do."

DuskPaw and StormPaw glanced at each other, it looked as thought they had a new project to work on.

[Aizaka]

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Mark/ wip <3

[I Like Bees]

Extending to August 3rd, same time!

[I Like Bees]

Username: dimi.
Partner's Form: N/A
Which cat?: Going for both!
Cat Names: Trot [top] and Skip [bottom]
Genders: Both Female
Ranks: Novices
Clan: Heart of Decay
Age: 10 moons
Prompt: -snip-

Congrats! I loved reading Trot and Skip's dynamic and look forward to seeing more of them in your lore soon ^^

I'd also like to award an HM to crexmii and Macabre. !

[dimi.]

wAHHHH THE BABIES!!!

thank you bees!! <33

[I Like Bees]

These cats have been traded to me! ^^