[feather ']

a very late valentines day kitty <3

this cat has gotten a letter (doesn't need to be a love letter)
what does this letter say, and who is it from?

ends at cs rollover from february 26th → 27th

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[b]Username:[/b]
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Name: Zver
Gender: Genderfluid
Rank: Warrior
Clan: LakeClan
Description: cinnamon charcoal marbled tabby
sepia with low white
Age: 35 Moons
Edits:

[nr] expression, companion, accessories;
[c] tongue, whiskers, eye shape, ear placement, shorter tail,
ear tufts;
[uc] muzzle edit, unnatural eye color, mid. fur, short ears,
round ears;

Owner: EchoIre

[solstice roses!]

Username: solstice roses!
Cat Name: Sapling
Gender: afab girl she/her
Rank: Reaching Branch Scribe -> Windward Scribe
Clan: Alpine Roots
Age: 34 years
Prompt: It's a letter from Timeburner, the most beautiful cat Sapling knows (and Sapling's not-so-secret admirer)! What's inside makes her blush...

My dear Sapling,
Hello! It's been a while since I've seen you; we've both been mulch much too busy recently.I've missed your beautiful dappled fur, gorgeus. Every time I go to sit by the stump on the edge of the Dancing Wood, I think I see your pelt emerging from the darkness. Itz It's funny, too, because I could swear that I smell your scent when I guide one of the kits to the willow copse. You really are all around me. Come to the Pinkbloom Tree at moonhigh the night after the next Gathering. I'll be there.
Your dearest,
Timeburner ♡

Sapling just can't stop her belly from fluttering and her tail from gently swaying side to side. It's odd, too — it seems as though she's... purring? Maybe it's all the little mistakes in Timeburner's note, or the heart next to her name, or the way she loops the bottom of his "p"s and dots the top of the "i"s with a tiny little line just like Sapling taught him, or the slightly rushed kerning, or the period that was clearly an afterthought, or the scent of Timeburner on the letter (a very gentle floral scent atop a woodsy smoke scent -- very lovely, if you ask Sapling), but something about this letter has Sapling flustered, her face heated. Timeburner has always been blunt, never subtle, so the contents aren't surprising, but Sapling traces the words nonetheless, looking for any hint of what Timeburner might say at their meetup. Sapling has some hopes...

[Skyweaver]

Username: Skyweaver
Cat Name: Tawnyflame
Gender: Female
Rank: Warrior
Clan: https://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=103&t=4887254
Age: 25 moons
Prompt:

Tawnyflame sat in silence, the cool earth pressing against her paws as she stared at the mound of dirt before her. The wind murmured through the grass, a quiet, ceaseless song of loss, carrying with it the faint scent of damp leaves and fading memories. Her brother lay beneath this earth—gone, just like the laughter they had shared, the whispered conversations beneath the stars, the unshakable bond they had once thought unbreakable.
A sudden flutter of wings stirred the air, but she barely lifted her head, too drained to react as a pigeon landed a few tail-lengths away. Tawnyflame should have sprung forward—should have chased it, caught it—but she only watched as it ruffled its feathers. A small scrap of bark was tied to its leg, fluttering with the wind’s breath.
Her paws felt heavy as she moved forward. The pigeon remained still as she untied the message, her heart giving a slow, aching thud at the familiar scent that clung to the bark—Flintheart.
Swallowing, she unrolled it and read:

Tawnyflame,

I don’t know how to say this, but I miss you. We’ve been apart too long. When your brother died, it was like something inside me shattered.
We were always together—you, him, and me. As kits, we tumbled through camp playing moss-ball, believing nothing could touch us. As apprentices, we trained side by side, sharing the same dreams, the same ambitions. As warriors, we swore we’d always have each other’s backs.
And then we lost him. And in my grief, I lost you too. But I can't let you be taken from me.
I see you, Tawnyflame. Even through your sorrow, you are beautiful. I see it in the way your fur catches the light, in the quiet strength in your green eyes. And I feel it—in every dream where I wake longing for your warmth beside me, in every moment I catch myself searching for you like I used to. I’ve tried to bury it, but the truth is, I love you. If you don’t have the same feelings, it’s okay. But if you’ll have me, I’ll be waiting for you.

Love,
Flintheart

Tawnyflame’s breath hitched, her paws trembling as she clutched the message close. She had always loved Flintheart. She had always caught herself looking for his dark blue eyes, her heart pounding at the sound of his voice. But when her brother died, she had forgotten. She had forgotten about everything, too swallowed up in her grief. But now, the feelings started to pull through the twisted ivy that curled around her heart. It was warm and comforting, and she welcomed it with open paws.
Slowly, she lowered herself into the grass, the wind whispering through her fur. For the first time in so long, she let herself close her eyes—let herself imagine a world where warmth could exist beside the sorrow.
A place where she could dream again.

[EchoIre]

Username: EchoIre
Cat Name: Zver
Gender: Genderfluid
Rank: Warrior
Clan: LakeClan
Age: 35 Moons
Prompt:
On a fair spring's day, a dove with wings of shimmering nacre descended upon LakeClan's camp. Too astounded were the cats too pounce for the fantastical creature - especially once the letter in its beak was spotted. To the further amazement of those witnessing, the dove lighted down before Zver's paws. Zver, the largest, most physically intimidating cat in camp. As if they were nothing more than a mouse. Perplexed, the mottled warrior tipped their head at the dove.

The dove did the same. Then, dropped its letter. Zver reached for it slowly. The dove allowed them to take it with nary a twitch.

The envelope was a faint blue, sealed with a glob of golden wax that glittered in the sunlight. Once the seal was broken, the faint scent of fruits and flowers wafted from the envelope. The parchment inside was stark white, save for the perfectly curled words it housed.

𝑀𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝒵𝓋𝑒𝓇,

𝐼 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝒶𝓎, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝒻𝒻𝒾𝒸𝓊𝓁𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒. 𝑅𝑒𝑔𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈, 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓇 𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈. 𝐼𝒻 𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝓊𝒾𝓉𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓉 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓊𝓈𝓊𝒶𝓁 𝓈𝓅𝑜𝓉 𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓉𝑜𝒹𝒶𝓎. 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝓊𝓃𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝓂𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹.

𝒪𝓇, 𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓈𝒾𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓅𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓉:

𝐼 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝓎𝓅𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝓊𝓃 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎. 𝐼 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑜𝒻 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒸𝒶𝓉𝓈 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒻𝒶𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝓁𝒶𝓌 𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓁 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓊𝓈 𝒹𝓇𝑜𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝒹. 𝐼𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝒻𝓇𝒶𝒾𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒹𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜𝒹𝒶𝓎, 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒷𝓎 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃𝓈 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓊𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒾𝒹𝑒. 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓋𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝒶 𝓈𝒽𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝒹𝒾𝑔𝓃𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓁𝑒𝒻𝓉, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝑜𝓍𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉, 𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑜𝓊𝓉𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝒯𝓌𝑜𝓁𝑒𝑔'𝓈 𝓉𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝓉𝑜𝒹𝒶𝓎.

𝐼 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓅𝑒𝓁𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓌𝒻𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒶𝓉 𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉.

𝐹𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈,
𝑀𝒾𝓁𝒶𝓎𝒶

Otteno, who had come closer to read over Zver's shoulder, gasped. "She didn't!"

Zver said nothing. They folded the paper, placed it back in the envelope, then placed the envelope back down in front of the dove. The bird tipped its head at them, shimmering feathers catching the fading sunlight just so.

Otteno edged closer to Zver, trying to catch their eye. "What are you gonna do?"

The dove snatched the envelope back. It seemed to glare at Zver for a moment, then took to the sky without a sound. Zver was on their paws the second it was airborne, raving after the unusual creature with no regard for who may be in their way. Shouts of anger and confusion followed them, but the warrior seemed deaf to them all. In seconds, they and the dove were lost to the forest.

All eyes turned to Otteno.

"What? I'm not telling you guys what it said." The molly shrugged. "They'll be back before moonhigh. They have this thing with a wizard's familiar by where we used to live - they do this every year."

[feather ']

Username: EchoIre
Cat Name: Zver
Gender: Genderfluid
Rank: Warrior
Clan: LakeClan
Age: 35 Moons
Prompt: -snip-


congrats echo! <33 i'm so excited to see what you do with zver 👀 your concept was really neat!