[DiamondDogg]

starsboar /ref :33
how did they meet their boar,, but tell me from a unique perspective (ie cannot be the cat or boar itself)
300 words max

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Description: cream spotted tabby with high white
Edits: [nr] companion, [uc] short ears
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[groundzeroo]

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Prompt:

Mark….perspective of a squirrel nearby…

[wildfur2202]

Username: wildfur2202
Cat Name: Sandstone + Comet
Gender: terran she/her
Rank: warrior
Clan: Forum/viewtopic.php?f=124&t=5111662
Age: Gen -4
Prompt:

So like, imagine if you would, you're a normal star in a small constellation. Then, some fancy shooting star goes Zooming passed. Then you're like, hey man whats the big idea?!?!?!

So naturally you use your magical star omnipotence to go see where the hickity heck that guy was goin. Then this horrible driver just CRASHES into a CIVILIAN. Er, civilliboar? I dont know man. Tiny swine.

So this jerkface just wholesale crashed into an actual infant and then poofs out of existence, like that's normal. So you're watchin the thing for a while because, I mean, how do you look away from a pig full of stardust?

Then it starts talking to a cat. That's right. A cat. A teenage cat. A catling, if you would. Catlette? Something. Small little scrap of a fellow just straight up making conversation with a boarling. Their languages aren't even part of the same family!

Then they just start living together, the oig just casually integrated into catlife, gets a cat name, and every night glances up at me and the homies [we're stars] and I swear he's gotta be spiting me. But it gets waaay weirder but--Dont forget to like and starscribe for part 2.

[AJXD_Cicada]

Username: AJXD_Cicada
Cat Name: Sunset and Velvet the boar
Gender: he/him and it/its
Rank: teacher
Clan: The Darkened Sun
Age: 8 years and 11 moons
Prompt:
(Exactly 300 words, second person pov my beloved.)

As you wander through the marshlands that transition into the pine forest you hear the normal sounds you expect, the bubbling of the mud and the wind between the trees. The alarmed chattering of a squirrel gives away your position, making you curse under your breath and loose track of the mouse you were watching.
you call out to your patrol in defeat, expecting to see them when you turn, but instead you’re greeted with no smiling faces. You retrace your steps for a few minutes before calling out again. No yowl of a searching patrol, no smell of fresh-kill, just wet ground and whistling trees.
Then you hear a different sound, one you’re not used to, one you haven’t heard here. A shrill squealing sound like the whistling of the long monster on the tracks. You see a large animal approaching quickly and immediately assume it to be a dog.
The boar hits a tree next to you, stopping it from charging. It must not have the greatest of eyesight. You take cover in case it recovers, it’s still for a while before standing and shaking out its pelt. You still assume it to be a dog, a weird looking dog but still a dog. Until it turns and notices the bush you’re in, blueberries.
It trots over nonchalantly and eats a few, and you finally realize you are in no danger. You decide to come out of the bush slowly as to not spook it again. The boar looks at you and squints, its eyes clearly aren’t the best and it’s trying to figure out what it’s looking at. When you lick its forehead it sees you as an ally, it follows you until you find your patrol and back to camp, guess you have a buddy now.

[StealsSatini]

Username: StealsSatini

Cat Name: Bone Glinting In Sun (Bone)

Gender: Intersex? (Any pronouns)

Rank: Hunter-Gatherer

Clan: The Tribe of Shadows Deep

Age: 5yrs (63 cycles)

Prompt:

Dmi'ett had watched from the trees as the cats worked together to bring down a large bush pig sow, the much larger creature having broken a hind leg and been left open to attack. The hunting party had taken advantage of it and worked admirably together, only sustaining mild to moderate injuries, due in part to the large size of the hunting party.
What none of the party had been prepared for after taking the sow to the ground was a rushing piglet, screaming as it approached them. Bone Glinting in Sun had swept forward, picking the little piglet up as if it weighed nothing at all.
It was carried back to their home with pieces of its mother, the tribe not a group to leave young to die, no matter the species.
A queen was found to nurse it, and it grew quickly. It bonded to the cats, and they to it, but none more so than Bone.

[DawnDenki]

Mark, I have work so I may not get an entry in time. Still wanted to say they are super cute at least!

[Infinitygalixy]

Username: InfinityGalixy
Cat Name: Tracy
Gender: female
Rank: driver
Clan: Dynama
Prompt:
There’s sand everywhere, it’s damn dry out here and all of the dust it’s tires are kicking up are getting all up in its wheels, it’s gonna be a nightmare to clean up, but hey, that’s the desert.

It’s seen a lot of roads like this before, still kicking despite its age, even though it sat unused for many years, it knows its loved and cared for, a noble chariot passed down through generations.

Or at least as noble as a Volkswagen Kombi built in 1966 could be.

It's certainly seen its fair share of strange owners, being passed around from hippie to hippie until it ended up in a scrapyard a few years back, but this owner definitely takes the cake.

She’d picked it up and carefully put it back together, perhaps better than it had been before, but there’s something… quirky about her.

She drives around seemingly at random, but always seems to run into exactly the right people in exactly the right places at exactly the right time.

She takes these people wherever they need to go and the Kombi feels as though it hadn’t travelled at all, like it was one place and immediately went to another.

That’s hardly the strangest part though.

They finally roll to a stop, in front of an abandoned gas station in the middle of the desert.

“Hop in, luv, I know exactly where you need to be.” Its owner says kindly.

Into its beautifully reconstructed interior hops a boar, inexplicably carrying luggage full of several materials of two-dimensional stars.

“I have a feeling we’re gonna get to know each other!” She yaps to the boar, “Your stop isn’t for a long time, but that’s alright, we can be best buds til then.”

The boar smiles.

It didn’t know they could.

[Lavender_Foxx]

Username: Lavender_Foxx
Cat Name: Sandpelt + Fiona
Gender: Male + Female
Rank: Warrior
Clan: ~Moonlit Clan~
Age: 3 years, 2 moons
Prompt: (298 words)
Shaking. The small squirrel was shaking as she had climbed up to safety. Her small heart was pounding. Her tail was sticking up. Her fur was ruffled in fear. She grabbed onto the branch to try and ground herself. Breathe. Breathe…

The large boar had been running rampant all throughout the woods. It had given the squirrel such a fright that she had ran up the tree. And now she watched as the boat slammed her head into another tree. She squirrel squeaked in fear.

She continued to shake and shiver in fear until a tan and white cat walked under the tree.

“Whats wrong?” The cat asked the boar. “You’re scaring all the prey away. The mice are shaking. The squirrels are in the trees.” The squirrel chittered a greeting to the cat.

“There’s something on me,” The boar practically yelled out in pain. “Behind my ear. It feels like I’m being stabbed. I’ve been trying to get it off all day!”

The cat moved towards the boar. The squirrel chittered out a loud warning. What are they doing?! The boar was dangerous! And they keep on getting closer! Back up!

That’s when the cat reached out with his head to figure out what the boat was squealing about. The squirrel almost intervened. But she was too scared. Too scared from earlier to go down there. Maybe she should drop an acorn. Maybe that would make the cat back up? She didn’t know.

In her fear, she failed to notice that the cat had removed the bug. The boat squealed in thanks.

“Want to come back to camp with me?” The cat asked the boar. “We have room.”

The boar nodded. And for the first time in a while, the squirrel let out a breath of relief.

[LoSt In PrOgReS]

Username: lost in progres
Cat Name: FrostDusk
Gender: Female (She/Her)
Rank: Warrior
Clan: RiftClan
Age: 3.5 years
Prompt:

how did they meet their boar,, but tell me from a unique perspective (ie cannot be the cat or boar itself)
300 words max

The last three seasons, a lowly crow had claimed the long-dead oak as his observation post. It could monitor everything from there; from trespassing squirrels to hard-working beetles. Most important to observe, however? Forest drama. It was one of the few things worth cawing about.

The cat had arrived first. Light-footed, alert, and pretending not to be interested in anything while clearly interested in everything. She leapt onto the old oak trunk (the crow’s oak trunk, thank you very much) and sniffed at the bark as if she owned the decay itself. The crow stopped itself from making noise to scare her off- it knew better than to provoke a predator, after all.

The boar came later, crashing through ferns with all the subtlety of thunder crashing to the ground. He wasn’t hunting. He was sulking. The crow could tell by the way he uprooted a perfectly innocent patch of mushrooms.

The cat froze at the sound of his approach but didn’t run. Interesting choice, the crow thought.

The boar burst into the clearing, ready to bulldoze whatever had offended him that morning- and stopped short at the sight of her perched above him, tail flicking once in her irritation at the noise.

They stared, unmoving. The crow leaned forward, delighted.

The cat did not puff up. The boar did not charge. Instead, she tilted her head, calculating. He snorted, assessing.

Then, absurdly, a beetle tumbled off the decaying tree and landed squarely on the boar’s snout.

He jerked back, snorting in surprise. She laughed, a small sharp sound.

The crow knew then. Not predator, not prey. No, this was something that would grow into something far more entertaining.

[suou]

Username: suou
Cat Name: Springpaw
Gender: Female
Rank: Warrior
Clan: 🍓🍋
Age: 2 Years
Prompt: (297 Words)

Besides being able to fly, some would say that there isn't much of a point in being, well... a fly. Today, though, this little bug would have to disagree, for he had flown into the most puzzling ordeal. Indeed, he had stumbled across a sight to behold - a tabby cat perched on the back of a stout black boar.

Upon further inspection, Flaminius Fly can only assume that the feline is trying (and failing) to reach a succulent-looking peach hanging in the tree branches above. His eyes move from the furry duo, and then back to the peach, a string of drool escaping his proboscis.

Oh yeah, that peach is gonna be mine!

Deeming the cat and their boar-stepping-stool to be a failure, Flaminius bumbles his way over, settling down on the fuzzy skin of the peach. He's hit the jackpot, really, what a meal! Rubbing his bug-hands together, the hungry fly prepares himself to dig in...

SNAP!

Wuh!

The peach goes hurtling to the ground, sending Flaminius Fly hurtling through the air. Just his luck, just as he thought he had found a meal for himself.

It takes him a moment to regain his bearings and assess the situation, but when he does, he is greeted by the sight of the (what he thought was incompetent) animal duo zipping around the clearing, peach now left forgotten in the grass.

It's my peach, I took it from the tree!
My peach it is, help you reach I did!

The boar and the cat chase one another around the grove until, after what seems to be only a few moments, they collapse, curling up and giggling to one another.

I'm glad I could help you
Glad I am for you

Maybe now Flaminius will get his snack?