[insidious.wizard]

Do they believe in ghosts? Max 250 words for this one.

Ends at July 25 at rollover (25 -> 26)

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[b]Username:[/b]
[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: Jagger
Gender: Male
Rank: Fighter
Clan: Rose Clan
Description: Cinnamon Silver Barred Ticked Tabby Med. White
Age: ImogenEquine
Edits: [NR] Scars, Expression
[C] Whiskers, Eye Shape, Ear Placement, Shorter Tail, Min. Fur
Owner:

[ImogenEquine]

Username: ImogenEquine
Cat Name: Jagger
Gender: Male
Rank: Fighter
Clan: Rose Clan
Age: 2 years
Prompt: "Do I believe in ghosts? I'll tell you the truth, no. But if anyone else asks, absolutely, yes I do. Have you ever taken a ouija board and messed with your friends to freak them out? If you haven't you're missing out. Sit them down in a place where there's enough history for there to be room to make up some paranormal lore. Bring out the ouija board and guide it to follow your story, and have fun... Oh, don't worry too much, I promise I'm not a terrible guy. I'll tell them the truth when I'm done having a little fun, I swear. You should see their reactions though, oh my goodness -"

[Soll]

Mark!

[WolfTales]

Username: WolfTales
Cat Name:
Gender:
Rank:
Clan: (Please link)
Age: (1 year or above)
Prompt:

mark

[néktar]

good luck everyone <33

[Swishy & Broken]

Username: Swishy & Broken
Cat Name: Quicksand
Gender: Tom (He/him)
Rank: Camp Guard
Clan: Solemn Shadows
Age: Adult
Prompt:


TBN let out a frustrated hiss, his ears flattening against his head. Of course, on the coldest day of leafbare, all the mice were hiding. He was fuming, anger swirling around in his mind. As he headed toward Ivy’s Reach he didn’t notice another set of pawsteps keeping pace with him. Instead, he caught the smell of milk and kitten fur. Puzzled he scanned the brush.

But there was nothing. TBN shook his head and kept going, though the smell persisted. He begun to jog, trying to ignore the growing unease. Just as he got to Ivy’s Reach he heard a faint cry behind him.

He spun around, eyes wide and fur bristling, scanning the quiet surroundings. “Who's there?” he called out, uncertainy tugging at his pelt.

A cold breeze ruffled his fur and then he saw her—a tiny nearly transparent kitten with round, curious eyes. She took a step closer, her small paws leaving not even a single mark behind. “Why are you here?” TBN whispered, his heart racing.

The ghostly kitten’s pleading look was intense. “I’m lost,” she said softly, her voice almost caught in the wind. “Can you help me?” TBN’s confusion quickly turned to pure fear. Could this be a sign from Starclan? Terrifed, he turned and ran.

[clouds-move-on]

Username: clouds-move-on
Cat Name: Sol Starscream
Gender: Male
Rank: Court cat
Clan: Lorilend
Age: 5 yrs
Prompt: Do they believe in ghosts? Max 250 words for this one. red

[paopu]

Username: paopu
Cat Name: Dustflight
Gender: he/they
Rank: Warrior
Clan: NectarClan
Age: 4 years
Prompt:

We all have our own ghosts. Whether it's an embarrassing moment or something far darker, each and every one of us has moments in our histories that hold us in a death grip. They'd always believed in that sort of ghost. The metaphorical kind. The personal kind. The kind that maybe kept you up at night but you know was just in your head. This though? This? This was something else entirely.

He'd first noticed the pale cat slinking around camp about a moon ago and - as soon as they had noticed him noticing him they had started sticking to him like cobwebs. Which would have been fine, except, he was apparently the only one would could see them. Not even the medicine cats seemed to notice his new faint shadow. Not even when they had laughed at his attempt to subtly ask the healer if StarClan tended to send omens like this.

So, yes, he supposed he had to believe in that sort of ghost too.

[Macabre.]

Username: Macabre.
Cat Name: MantisThorn
Gender: Male
Rank: Warrior
Clan: BirchClan
Age: 6 years
Prompt: [wc: 152]

Ghosts totally exist, and MantisThorn can see them, in the trees and under bushes, sunning themselves on rocks and swimming in the river. Only the creatures that seem to have a violent death or unfinished business seem to hang around. Thankfully MantisThorn doesn't know any of the cats, they seem to have died a long time ago. But it seems all these dead cats know the clan cats, and they know something about BoneFrost, they keep their distance and eye him warily. The ghosts never speak out loud but MantisThorn can tell, they never act this way around the other clan cats. He tries to get these ghosts to talk to him, to notice him. He wants to know why they all seem so openly hostile to only this one cat, yet these ghosts walk right through him, never noticing his presence. It's almost as though he is a ghost as well.

[LOSTINUNKNOWN]

Username: LOSTINUNKNOWN.
Cat Name: Buzzard High In Sky.
Gender: Male.
Rank: Hoplite.
Clan: Astron.
Age: Sixty moons.
Prompt: Buzzard has never quite considered the prospect of ghosts or spirits serving as something to cast belief upon due to the culimation of not only Astron's religious system but also the pragmatically bestowed waves of rational consistently stirring his wits, often dismissing the notion of ghosts entirely when prompted by his peers, with stubbornly strung syllables and consonants of logical dialogue existing upon the crest of his vocal cords in firm denial of it. Be that as it may, his mind strives an amount of indomitable fear encompassing the concept in its theory - for if ghosts prove to be a presence within the world, the transgressions he has enacted as a hoplite under duty shall be given voice upon his death. And that sole notion, however illogical, terrifies him.