[riverotter]

this cat has been in my drafts since november 2024. that means they've had to wait a year to exist!! 🤯🤯
tell me about something else they've had to wait a while for!

Ends November 10th at rollover (9th-->10th)

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Description: chocolate silver shaded mackerel torbie w/ med white
Edits:
[nr] accessories, expression
[c] whiskers, fang, sclera colour, pointed ears
[uc] unnatural eye colour, med fur
Owner:

[mahogany]

Username: mahogany
Cat Name: Downyquill
Gender: trans & libramasc, they/it/he/that
Rank: Messenger's Apprentice
Clan: Jovial
Age: 30 years
Prompt: wip :smiling_imp:

[Tilluels-Paradise]

Username: Tilluels-Paradise
Cat Name: Aix
Gender: Female
Rank: Warrior
Clan: IliosClan ⛯
Age: 5 years old
Prompt:

Aix loves her sister dearly, when they were kits they were nearly attached at the hip. One night like every other, she and her sister were laying side by side trying to stay awake long enough to welcome their mother home from her late night patrol. Lured by the chirping of crickets and the familiar warmth at her side, Aix had fallen asleep. When she awoke it wasn’t to the birds chirping or the sun rising, it was to her sister shaking her awake. When she opened her eyes she saw her sister shaking and scared, her sister had whispered to her urgently to get up. Her sister quietly led her out of their den, mother still not returned. When they made it out of the den, Aix saw the reason for her sister’s silent terror. Wolves sniffing around the other caves, no other cats in sight. They snuck towards the woods silently, trying to avoid the wolves who kept getting far too close. They made it to the edge but knew they were still in danger, the wolves would spot them soon or hear if they ran. Caught in indecision her sister whispered a promise to find her before sprinting back into the clan territory and pushing Aix the other way to the woods. Now, years later in a new clan, she still waits at night no longer lured to bed without warmth at her side waiting for a different figure to slide into the den. As she gives in for the night, laying her head down, she hears faint steps from the entrance and after a moment soft warmth snuggle against her side, bigger and scared, but here.

[Baobabel]

Username: Baobabel
Cat Name: NightshadeTouch
Gender: female
Rank: tbd (potions? plant connection?)
Clan: SecludedGlade
Age: 7yr
Prompt:
It had taken her weeks to carefully collect and prepare all the ingredients for the concoction. But the hardest part by far is waiting while it simmers long enough. First it had to steep, untouched for a long amount of time. Then came the cooking stage. While shorter than the steeping, it is still much longer than most potions take. However, this isn't an elixir that can be rushed. Many cats' lives depend on this turning out right. She can't waste everything up to this point by pulling it out early. It would just mean restarting the process but they don't have time for that. She sits, her tail flicking with impatience, waiting for the mixture to turn to right color and texture.

[sugacubes]

Username: sugacubes
Cat Name: Weevilfleck
Gender: ♂ Male
Rank: Healer
Clan: Ivyclan
Age: 8 years
Prompt: Weevilfleck wished for, more than anything, that he was able to make direct contact with Starclan. He had heard many stories from clan elders about ancient clans that discovered sacred grounds for communicating with the starry cats long ago. Ivyclan did not have such grounds to call their own.
Weevilfleck had good luck with interpreting signs from Starclan so far, and yet, he yearned for guidance more clear than vague signs and prophetic dreams. He was deathly afraid of getting it wrong one day and putting his clanmates in horrible danger. Weevilfleck just wanted some reassurance from the stars.
Today, he was restocking the herb stores with fresh herbs that the patrols had brought in. Sorting new ingredients, disposing of unusable ones; just a typical day in the life of a healer.
A new smell cut through the tang of herbs in his face. It alarmed him at first, but it was merely a gust of fresh air… coming from the back of the den? No, that couldn’t be right.
But as Weevilfleck investigated the scent, his suspicions were confirmed. A few loose stones had fallen from the back wall, and there was air coming from the holes in the den. He looked through the hole, but it was pitch black. It’s the middle of the day… if this isn’t the backside of the den, then what’s back here? Weevilfleck got to work tearing down more stones, paws rubbed raw, becoming extremely sore. It took a lot of work, but he was stubborn as ever. After a short while, there was a big enough opening for a cat to squeeze through. He took a deep breath and stepped into the darkness.
The air was thick with tension; he couldn’t make any sense of his surroundings. He blindly padded forward and stepped straight into what he thought was a puddle of water. Weevilfleck gasped as the water around his paws lit up with tiny stars. As the water rippled, more stars appeared, revealing a sizeable pool with a beautiful white crystal on a small platform in the center. His eyes widened as a starry cat stepped out of the water before him. “Greetings, Weevilfleck,” they purred kindly, “We’ve been waiting for you.”
“So have I,” he bowed his head politely, paws trembling with excitement.