Waspthroat
Prompt: Tell me what they wish was different; Could be about their life, those they hang around, or whatever.
Limit: 300 words
Response:
Waspthroat sat at the cave entrance, washing her ears and watching the clan. She smiled warmly at the cats who passed and greeted her. The smile faded as one cat was about to pass her. He stopped dead in his tracks to look her in the eyes. He lacked the brilliant glitter in his eyes and the infectious smile only when he saw her. "...Waspthroat." Crowstar's voice and gaze had a tinge of coolness to them. He then proceeded to go to his den. Waspthroat just watched him, feeling the familiar cold feeling in her chest rise up again. She left camp, travelling to Voyager's Peak to clear her mind. She reached the top of the high rock and sat down, gazing absentmindedly at the star-lit sky.
"Waspthroat?" She recognized Cinderflurry's voice and turned to look at the warrior.
"You left camp- I wanted to see if you were ok." The fluffy tabby sat beside her.
"I wish." She flicked her tail.
"Is it the thing about... you know." Cinderfurry looked at her with sympathy.
The fur on Waspthroat's neck bristled slightly at the thought of it. She hesitated before speaking. "He still blames me for his father's death." Her eyes were dull as she turned to her. "The rockfall in the old camp happened moons ago, I thought he would've understood... I-I tried to save Hailsoar..." Her voice cracked slightly as she thought about that awful day when the rockfall happened. She remembered how she had to choose between saving Crowstar, who was only an apprentice and saving her mate. Her mate understood. Her son didn't.
"I wish I could've saved Hailsoar. Crowstar wouldn't be mad at me, Hailsoar would still be alive..." She swallowed the growing lump in her throat.
"Maybe then everything would be ok..."
Limit: 300 words
Response:
Waspthroat sat at the cave entrance, washing her ears and watching the clan. She smiled warmly at the cats who passed and greeted her. The smile faded as one cat was about to pass her. He stopped dead in his tracks to look her in the eyes. He lacked the brilliant glitter in his eyes and the infectious smile only when he saw her. "...Waspthroat." Crowstar's voice and gaze had a tinge of coolness to them. He then proceeded to go to his den. Waspthroat just watched him, feeling the familiar cold feeling in her chest rise up again. She left camp, travelling to Voyager's Peak to clear her mind. She reached the top of the high rock and sat down, gazing absentmindedly at the star-lit sky.
"Waspthroat?" She recognized Cinderflurry's voice and turned to look at the warrior.
"You left camp- I wanted to see if you were ok." The fluffy tabby sat beside her.
"I wish." She flicked her tail.
"Is it the thing about... you know." Cinderfurry looked at her with sympathy.
The fur on Waspthroat's neck bristled slightly at the thought of it. She hesitated before speaking. "He still blames me for his father's death." Her eyes were dull as she turned to her. "The rockfall in the old camp happened moons ago, I thought he would've understood... I-I tried to save Hailsoar..." Her voice cracked slightly as she thought about that awful day when the rockfall happened. She remembered how she had to choose between saving Crowstar, who was only an apprentice and saving her mate. Her mate understood. Her son didn't.
"I wish I could've saved Hailsoar. Crowstar wouldn't be mad at me, Hailsoar would still be alive..." She swallowed the growing lump in her throat.
"Maybe then everything would be ok..."
Cinderflurry
Prompt: Another fast naming competition//How fluffy are they?
Limit: n/a
Response:
She's so fluffy that it makes her look more like a small dog size-wise
Limit: n/a
Response:
She's so fluffy that it makes her look more like a small dog size-wise
Ghostpool
Prompt: What is this cat's favorite season and why?
Limit: n/a
Response:
Ghostpool absolutely LOVES winter! He loves hiding in the snow, eating falling snowflakes, and curling up with his clanmates at the end of the day in the caverns. He likes to jump out of the snow and tackle his clanmates in a game he calls "winter hunt". He also loves the glitter of snow, and especially when it falls. It reminds him of falling stars.
Limit: n/a
Response:
Ghostpool absolutely LOVES winter! He loves hiding in the snow, eating falling snowflakes, and curling up with his clanmates at the end of the day in the caverns. He likes to jump out of the snow and tackle his clanmates in a game he calls "winter hunt". He also loves the glitter of snow, and especially when it falls. It reminds him of falling stars.