[canadianhowl]

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What’s something this cat is proud of?

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Description: black spotted tabby w/ low white
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Owner: suou

[tomatotomato]

Username: tomatotomato + 410576
Cat Name: Sootflick
Gender: tom
Rank: warrior
Clan: meadowclan
Age: 22 moons
Prompt:

"Like this?" the little gray tabby asked, swiping sloppily at the grass pile target Sootflick had set up for practice. His hind legs were pushed up too close to his front legs, leaving him with very little balance as he scooped up the pinecone stand-in from the grass. The pinecone flew wide, escaping his claws in a wide arc and nearly hitting another apprentice in their face.

Sootflick cringed, trying — and failing — to disguise his frustration on his face as the nearly-missed ginger apprentice started batting at his own Rainypaw. This was the first week of their lessons & the first week of Sootflick's teaching as Rainypaw was his first ever apprentice. Things had not gone smoothly, thus far. He thought teaching would be much easier than it had been, at least that's how his own mentor always made it seem.

And this lesson should have been easy —

"Hey now, Foxpaw, Rainypaw, you've plenty of time to whack pinecones at each other later." Appledew interjected, leaping between the two young cats before their quarrel could begin in earnest. "Right now, we're learning how to snag prey from the undergrowth, and Sootflick and I can only teach if you will learn. I know Sootflick and I will be proud when you graduate and become warriors but if that's to happen before you're 20 moons old, we can't go flying off the handle every time we mess up, now can we?"

Sootflick caught himself listening as intently to Appledew as the apprentices were, eyes sparkling at the mention of becoming warriors. He would be proud. He was proud, he thought suddenly. He was hunting for himself — no — he was hunting for his clanmates, providing for them and taking care of himself in the process. He was no longer that scrawny tom jumping at anything that moved, he had purpose, and training, and a family. That was worth being proud over. That was why his leader had given him an apprentice, and after all hadn't he been just like these two apprentices when he started?

He cleared his throat, shaking the frustration off of his face, and got to resetting the exercise: "Rainypaw, that was a half-decent attempt but I know you can do better. Try focusing on your stance..."

[and so on went the lesson]

[Anpu]

Username: Anpu
Cat Name: Trilobite
Gender: Demiboy [He/They]
Rank: Blessed
Clan: Falling Stars
Age: 100 Years
Prompt:

Trilobite has never been proud of much everything, he was the runt of the litter and the odd one out among his family. His half and half nature always got him called two-faced or cursed by the god of change to forever be stuck at a fork in the road. Well, they were partially right, he did have godly intervention. But it wasn't a curse.

When Trilobite left home they knew that they needed to do something with their life, so they built a shrine. Specifically he built a shrine to the Volcano of Life. He specifically chose this deity because they'd always looked up to the Volcano of Life, who Trilobite had been partially named after. Volcano of Life was quite flattered by this, and actually blessed the young cat. Trilobite was taken aback by this, but to this day his proudest moment was getting noticed by a god.

[MrBoodle]

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[Aizaka]

Username: Aizaka
Cat Name: Tyra (also known as 'Dawnfall')
Gender: Male
Rank: Hunter and Protector
Clan: Galaxy Stables Galaxy Stables (toyhouse)
Age: 6 years
Prompt:

Tyra gained the name Dawnfall soon after he was named Tyra as, when he was a kitten, he fell from a small cliff overhanging right as the dawn peaked over the horizon. Luckily he tumbled down a sloped portion that led to a patch of moss and was a softer landing than it could have been. With that being a memorial start to his life in the clan, he learned how to take a fall. He grew to tumble and rough-house with the other kits. And when old enough, he learned the ways of the hunt. One of the better hunters of his age group, he came back with provisions nearly every time. His momma cat always made sure he was kind though. To always share with kits first, and always acknowledge those that helped him.

Once, there was a great battle fought when the clan was attacked by wandering ferals. He fought hard and fiercely that day. Grabbing a kit right in time, and coming up behind the enemy that was about to get the best of his friend. In the end, the leader of the group called retreat when he broke his leg. Those that fought stood with pride, but not without some battle scars. None were lost though, and scars heal with time. The leader wanted to award Tyra for his bravery in the protection of the clan. But Tyra declined saying it was not by his paw that they won, but by the teamwork of everyone, even those that led the kits away to hide and keep them out of harm's way. Though the leader wanted to be proud of him, Tyra said he was proud of how strong the clan had become. With the love and fierce loyalty they had created. He was proud of his family.

[suou]

Username: suou
Cat Name: Julien
Gender: Male
Rank: Medicine Cat
Clan: 🍓🍋
Age: 24 moons
Prompt:

Julien has always been clumsy on his paws, tumbling and stumbling through patrols, bumbling around camp and knocking into fellow cats. After a particularly disastrous hunting patrol, Julien sullenly resigned from accompanying his clan mates on their daily outings.

'What use am I to this clan?'

The question stuck in his mind as he lay down each night, ate at his heart as he tucked into his meals each day. Moons passed at a snail's pace. Julien felt his only option was to stay hidden in camp where he could cause no more trouble around camp... what was a cat to do?

He was not aware that a certain cat had been keeping an eye out for him - ███████, the clan's medicine cat had been keeping tabs on poor Julien ever since he took a step back from patrolling. ███████ found themselves worrying for Julien's wellbeing, taking it upon themselves to invite him out on a herb gathering expedition one sunhigh.

'There's no point, I'll just get in your way...'

Though, to Julien's surprise, his new companion did not mind his clumsy nature, rather, they seemed more than willing to help him up when he fell, gathering scattered herbs with a grin on their face.

Moons seemed to go by much quicker with ███████ by his side. What started as the occasional outing together turned into a daily adventure through the clan territory, filled with joy and laughter. Julien found himself slowly but steadily picking up on the knowledge needed to help his newfound friend with their medicine cat duties.

The fateful day that would change this struggling cat then arrived. Having slept in that day, ███████ had left to gather herbs without him, leaving the clan without a medicine cat for the time being.

A strangled cry accompanied by a startled yowl rang out throughout the campgrounds. Frenzied cats rushed to the source of the noise - a Queen in the midst of kitting, guarded fiercely by her mate. Something was wrong, horribly wrong. Calls for the medicine cat echoed around the camp, but they were all left without an answer. Julien felt his heart in his throat, he knew that there would not be enough time to fetch ███████ and have them tend to the situation.

'I've been studying with ███████, yet I'm still useless...'

Wait. Wait, wait wait. Julien sprang to his paws and stumbled away as fast as his legs could carry him. He flew through the entrance of the herb cave, crashing into a pile of spiderwebs as he went. Time was of the essence, and Julien felt drops of sweat accumulate on his chin as he scrambled to assemble a concoction of herbs that he knew would give the struggling Queen a fighting chance while they waited for ███████ to return.

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"Without you, that Queen and her kits surely would not have made it, Julien." ███████ purred, nuzzling their face against his own, "Be proud of yourself, you are going to make a fine medicine cat one day."

And what a fine medicine cat he became.

[solstice roses!]

Username: solstice roses!
Cat Name: Bayhound
Gender: amab boy he/it
Rank: Citizen
Clan: Alpine Roots
Age: 19 years
Prompt: Bayhound is proud of his son. He found the quivering, mewling kit alone in an alleyway when he was fifteen and decided to take it in. Peony left him for it, and his parents disowned him, but Bayhound knew it was worth it. This little kit was his son now, and he would raise him right... even if that meant raising him alone.

[ToraOkami303]

Username: ToraOkami303
Cat Name: Pali
Gender: Female
Rank: Rogue
Clan: Flora Isle
Age: 3yr
Prompt:Pali is really proud of the den she made for herself, a lot of rogues chose to either take over abandoned dens or use ones the twolegs put out for the local cats but Pali wanted to build her own den so she did! She found a nice little nook at some tree roots to give her some starting structure and dug down into the ground so it would always be cool during the hot summer days. From there she managed to build up a more solid roof and line her den with some moss so it wouldn’t become a mud puddle during the rain storms. The den is by no means as fancy as some of the boxes the twolegs put out but it’s hers and she made it all by herself!

[Zentropy]

Username: Zentropy
Cat Name: Mountainwhisper
Gender: AMAB
Rank: Medicine Cat | Cleric
Clan: Sableclan
Age: 6 years, 4 moons
Prompt:
The day started like all of the previous days in this little shack of a town, boring. Oh so boring and mundane, it was driving Mountainwhisper mad! Day in and day out, travelers would come through and try and trade or swindle him for his precious herbs. There was only so much he could take of it. That's when, as if sent from Starclan, a strange traveler passed through and stopped in his shop. She didn't want to swindle him, she barely traded for anything at all, and spoke only what was necessary. She left through the door with nary a thank you, but for some reason Mountainwhisper couldn't get her out of his head. He is a firm believer in the omens of Starclan and this must mean something...but what?

The next day, Mountainwhisper asked all over town about this stranger. If anyone else had interacted with her, or even learned her name, anything that could give him a clue. His inquiries left him thirsty and so he made his way over to the local inn for a drink before heading home. Inside there is a board for jobs and requests, which for the most part remained untouched. Adventuring requires equipment, time, and is fraught with danger. No one in their right mind would want to do it unless they were crazy. Crazy like a strange traveler! Mountainwhisper rushed up to the board, scanning for a job that would intrigue this mysterious cat. "Missing chicken" " Fix My Leaking Roof"...Aha, a monster hunt quest, "Goblin Infestation, 10g Reward". The location mentioned a forest nearby, but it's much to dark to head out now. Mountainwhisper hurries home, what was he going to do once he finds her? It's not like he can fight with much more than a stick. Oh well, he'll figure that out once he gets there.

Dawn breaks over Mountainwhisper's small town and he starts packing his bag with the necessary items he thinks he'll need. A pawful of herbs, a canteen of water, his book of Starclan stories with his own written annotations, and his trusty walking stick. It's only a matter of minutes before he is walking along the path deeper into the forest, every muscle and sense working in overdrive as to not miss a single moment. Suddenly, a loud wail tears through the forest and the sound of a clash follows suit. That must be her! Mountainwhisper moves a quickly as he can in the direction of the yowl, trying not to draw too much attention to himself. The trees open up into a glade, where a half dozen goblins have made their camp. This cat must be crazy for picking a fight by herself with all these enemies! A screech sounds out above him, a beady eyed griffin is perched on a branch above him. It spotted him and must be warning of his approach. No use in hiding now! Mountainwhisper charges at the closest goblin, who is already half charred from the first attack unleashed by the blue-eye cat. She is now fighting off two more with bursts of fire exploding out of her paws. Magic, real magic. Mountainwhisper can barely believe his eyes, he always thought magic was a tall tale spun by the elders to keep kits entertained.

"Hey, stop gawking and do something!" A unknown voice calls out, "Either swing that stick or go hide somewhere if you're just going to be in the way. And you! Milnirn, if you don't get your scaredy feather-butt down here and help I'll pluck you for dinner tonight!" Finally, a large black and white cat emerges from beneath a pile of what used to be a tent and charges back into the fray with a long sword in their teeth. The blue griffin gives a reluctant squawk and glides down to join in the chaos, swiping with it's bird claws and tripping up goblins with it's long tail. Uhh, do something, do something... Mountainwhisper looks around, not wanting to get closer to the battle. The numbers are about even now, three goblins against two cats and a griffin, but Mountainwhisper could tell that the two won't last much longer, their exhaustion evident on their faces.

Reaching into his pack, he brings out the Starclan book, it's soft leather and embroidered stars giving him comfort. He looks up at the three goblins that now stand between him and the warriors, and holds out one paw. If magic is real, then Starclan will help me now. "I call upon the power of the stars and banish those from the shadows to return to the darkness from where they belong!" Power, that's all that Mountainwhisper really remembers about that moment. Unfathomable power, yet strangely gentle and warm. Like the light of a candle flame in a small room, then darkness. From the perspective of the other two, this unassuming cat who just showed up to a known monster camp, suddenly blasted three goblins with radiant magic. It certainly was surprising, but the sly smile on Jaguarstar's face revealed to her companions just how important it was.

When Mountainwhisper awoke, he was tucked into a bedroll next to the fire. He leapt to his feet and desperately searched for his book. Upon feeling it still in his pack, he sighed and relaxed a little. "Hey, glad to see you up. Ya had me worried there for a moment, you've been asleep for a few hours now." The black and white molly greets him. "I'm Nightspark, and this -- gesturing to the griffin -- is Milnirn. Pleased to meetcha! Jaguarstar will be pleased to hear you're awake." Night spark leans in closer and whispers, "Just between you 'n me, she's real worried about ya, thought she might have dragged an innocent into a fight somehow and got ya killed. But now we both know that you are a bit more than meets the eye, eh?" She gives him a wink before drawing away, leaving Mountainwhisper to ponder over the events of the day.

Did he really just use magic? But that was Starclan right? A million thoughts whirl through his head and he's going to need answers soon. Though something else lingers inside as well. Pride. Pride at standing up and taking action, and possibly realizing his true course in life. Pursuing the evils and sending them back to the dark in the name of Starclan. Has a nice ring to it really.

[canadianhowl]

Username: suou
Cat Name: Julien
Gender: Male
Rank: Medicine Cat
Clan: 🍓🍋
Age: 24 moons
Prompt:
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Congrats! I’d like to award a RU to Zentropy and a HM to tomatotomato and Aizaka!