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This cat looks like they’ve seen a lot in their lifetime, what is their most defining moment in life? Limit one piece of art or 500 words

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Caramel silver marbled tabby with low white

[nr] eye shape, scars, fangs, tongue
[c]min fur, ear tufts,

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[b]username:[/b]
[b]clan:[/b]
[b]name:[/b]
[b]age:[/b] (min. 2 years/24 moons)
[b]gender:[/b]
[b]prompt:[/b]

[NightWolf950]

username: NightWolf950
clan: SpiritClan
name: Raggedburr
age: 43 moons
gender: Male
prompt: Raggedburr has always been one of those cats that seems to always be in a good mood. His good mood tends to puzzle most cats, especially newer clan members. When asked what has him in a good mood, Raggedburr's smile grows even larger, if that's even possible, and then he asks them if they have time for a story.

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"I'll admit, I was never always like this..." Raggedburr began, his smile wavering slightly as he recalled past memories. "It wasn't an easy life for me before I joined the clan... I..." He stated, pausing once more, this time his smile turning into a frown. "I wasn't a good cat back then... Not saying I'm perfect now, but better. I use to run around with a bad group of cats. We caused a lot of problems for good cats who didn't deserve it. It's how I got a lot of these scars you see, but what made me change. Made me leave that terrible group and up joining SpiritClan, was a she-cat. Boy was she a pretty one too... Her name was Fawn." He said, smiling once more as he spoke of Fawn.

"She was a good cat, poor thing was just abandoned by her two-legs, something about not having time for her due to a baby. Anyways despite being in a not so good situation, her smile didn't seem to faulter. Don't know how or why she joined up with us, but she did. The two of us became fast friends shortly after her joining. I can't tell you how many nights we would stay up just talking... just the two of us. Well one night she asked me if I ever thought about leaving and doing something better with my life. She admitted the only reason she joined us was because she knew she wouldn't have survived on her own. I never thought about why I stayed, other that the fact I just didn't want to be alone. Of course she chimed in saying I wasn't alone now and nothing was stopping us from leaving. So that's what we did. We left that night and didn't bother turning back. We got far from them so we could live in peace, but peace eventually comes to an end. Fawn ended up getting real sick one day and I wasn't skilled in healing.... She fought for her life up until the end..." Raggedburr meowed, his voice cracking as he still continued his story. "She made me promise to keep living life to the fullest for the both of us.... to experience everything I could since she knew she wasn't going to be able to... I made her that promise and to keep smiling every day just for her.... the illness took her away from later that night.... If it wasn't for meeting Fawn and promising her to live life and smile, I wouldn't be the cat I am today." He meowed softly.

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[SkyWishes21]

username: SkyWishes21
clan: here
name: Houndtooth
age: 9 years
gender: cis molly
prompt: (313 words)
You never forget the first time you almost died...

It should've been a routine patrol. Houndpaw, her mentor, and a couple other warriors had been marking the border between their clan and the twoleg place. Other than the occasional twoleg passing by, it was considered the safest border for a young apprentice to learn the ropes with. Granted, it was a bit overwhelming; there was so much information to learn that it felt like a downpour had started over her head specifically.

They'd stopped in the underbrush for a moment to let a twoleg and its dog pass by. Her mentor took a moment to stress the importance of leaving dogs alone - especially leashed ones. Twolegs were very protective of them for StarClan knows what reason and past warriors struggled against the dynamic duo. Besides, if they were on a leash the twoleg was in control... right?

Houndpaw barely registered the black beast pulling itself from the twoleg's paw. One moment it was sniffing in their direction, seemingly calm, and the next its mouth was on her scruff.

Sharp teeth dug into her neck. Dog drool dripped down her legs and ruined her fur. It stank to the stars and back - would she ever get the smell out?

There was a faintly metallic scent now. Was that blood? Her blood? She tried to struggle, but her paws were uncoordinated and her claws couldn't get close.

Faintly she could hear her patrol coordinating an attack. Was the twoleg barking too? Would it hurt her? Houndpaw couldn't think through the pain-induced haze.

Everything faded to black...

...and she woke up in the medic's den.

She'd... survived? Somehow? It'd take some days for Houndpaw to get the tale, but what actually happened didn't matter. Not to her, anyways. She was lucky, terribly so, something that she'd constantly remind herself of throughout the rest of her life.

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username: SkyWishes21
clan: here
name: Houndtooth
age: 9 years
gender: cis molly
prompt: (313 words)
You never forget the first time you almost died...

It should've been a routine patrol. Houndpaw, her mentor, and a couple other warriors had been marking the border between their clan and the twoleg place. Other than the occasional twoleg passing by, it was considered the safest border for a young apprentice to learn the ropes with. Granted, it was a bit overwhelming; there was so much information to learn that it felt like a downpour had started over her head specifically.

They'd stopped in the underbrush for a moment to let a twoleg and its dog pass by. Her mentor took a moment to stress the importance of leaving dogs alone - especially leashed ones. Twolegs were very protective of them for StarClan knows what reason and past warriors struggled against the dynamic duo. Besides, if they were on a leash the twoleg was in control... right?

Houndpaw barely registered the black beast pulling itself from the twoleg's paw. One moment it was sniffing in their direction, seemingly calm, and the next its mouth was on her scruff.

Sharp teeth dug into her neck. Dog drool dripped down her legs and ruined her fur. It stank to the stars and back - would she ever get the smell out?

There was a faintly metallic scent now. Was that blood? Her blood? She tried to struggle, but her paws were uncoordinated and her claws couldn't get close.

Faintly she could hear her patrol coordinating an attack. Was the twoleg barking too? Would it hurt her? Houndpaw couldn't think through the pain-induced haze.

Everything faded to black...

...and she woke up in the medic's den.

She'd... survived? Somehow? It'd take some days for Houndpaw to get the tale, but what actually happened didn't matter. Not to her, anyways. She was lucky, terribly so, something that she'd constantly remind herself of throughout the rest of her life.

Both of these were great but I really enjoyed the story with this one! NightWolf950 Receives 10 ff <3

[SkyWishes21]

!! hooray!!! thank you so much may I be added please?

[NightWolf950]

Congratulations <3

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