Post by 🎄Vegan the Festive Goat🎄 on Sept 18, 2015 1:02:18 GMT -5
Hello! This is a contest, you write a short story about a character in WCUT, a nice little story. And whoever wins, gets a prize! Well, everyone gets something! first five are the ones to be judged and prizes are as such:
First gets a parteh in their honor!
Second gets a cute little poem.
Third gets a jingle!
Fourth gets a saying!
Fifth gets a outfit for an rp character.
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MEW MEW STYLE, MEW MEW GRACE, MEW MEW POWER IN YOUR FACE!
A smile goes a long way
Gilda Goat is meh Five Nights at Kittens OC I was named after because of Discord and Luna did it. pppeeeaaaccceee.
Are only characters which are already in the game allowed? (As in the leaders, Ember, and so on). This is general curiosity as I'd probably write about either ember or a leader.
Also - what do you consider a short story? I usually write short stories between 2,000 to 4,000 words, so I'm just asking here to get an idea of how much we should write, haha.
But as long as I can find the time, consider me entering!
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Are only characters which are already in the game allowed? (As in the leaders, Ember, and so on). This is general curiosity as I'd probably write about either ember or a leader.
Also - what do you consider a short story? I usually write short stories between 2,000 to 4,000 words, so I'm just asking here to get an idea of how much we should write, haha.
But as long as I can find the time, consider me entering!
For your first question, yes. Characters like Preyheart or Coco and the like. A short story would be about... Well I can't really make a limit here but something about a major event in the character's lifetime. And I'd love to see ya enter!
[[Nav thinks you're awesome B) also fries][-Nav]
MEW MEW STYLE, MEW MEW GRACE, MEW MEW POWER IN YOUR FACE!
A smile goes a long way
Gilda Goat is meh Five Nights at Kittens OC I was named after because of Discord and Luna did it. pppeeeaaaccceee.
Fiercepaw raced along ThunderClan territory, undergrowth flying up behind him, everything in his wake shredded by his quickly-moving claws. The mouse he was chasing squeaked and darted into a bush, Fiercepaw right on its paws. He licked his lips- he could already taste it. The scent it left behind drove him on in the chase, until he skidded to a halt with an involuntary yelp as the mouse barreled straight into the paws of a fluffy gray she-cat with a white muzzle, chest, belly, and paws. She looked up as she let her claws around the mouse. A red collar with a silver bell hung loosely around her slender neck. She looked like the epitome of a kittypet. Fiercepaw's face went up in a half-scowl of disgust; the rest of his face was still in shock. He wasn't sure what to say- she was beautiful, with golden eyes hidden in her delicate face. She stared at him. At last, she spoke. "What are you doing here?" "What are you doing here? This is ThunderClan territory!" She chuckled. "Territories don't matter to me," She purred. "They're about to in a moment," He growled, moving into a fighting crouch. "And I'm so afraid of you," She scoffed, "You're one of those Clan apprentices, aren't you? You're no match for me. Or my Clan." Fiercepaw gritted his teeth. The cat didn't seem to notice, she just calmly paced around him, moving nimbly and slowly enough that the bell on her collar didn't make a sound. "ThunderClan could beat your Clan any day!" "I doubt that very much, little apprentice. Now why don't you run along? You don't want to meet any of my friends. You're lucky you found one of the merciful cats of our Clan." Fiercepaw, in contrast to his name, didn't want to stay where he was. This cat frightened him, however he would deny it. With a loud hiss, he began to race away into the undergrowth, but suddenly a shape crashed into him, pinning him on the ground. He was roughly lifted into the air by his scruff, struggling and batting at his captor, but a chuckle was the only response. Fiercepaw was then carried off, far from where he'd been previously, into darkness- a place with unfamiliar smells and sounds, rotting Twoleg rubbish, crow-food, and the milling around of many cats mingling with the pattering of rat feet in shadows. Then he was brought into the light and saw a dreary alley with many cats wearing collars strung with teeth. Fiercepaw was brought before a cat with black fur, gray eyes, and a tooth-studded red collar. He indicated for the cat who had brought Fiercepaw to let him down, and then he silently studied him. Fiercepaw was too stunned and afraid to say anything, or even protest anything that was going on. What would become of him?
Paw after paw, Fierce dragged himself along the ground, belly fur barely escaping brushing the ground. Noiselessly, he stalked his prey until he pounced. It was the same thing, again and again. He wasn't happy, having been displaced from ThunderClan and barred from ever returning, but he had accepted it after moons and moons of attempted escape. He was beginning to grow accustomed, even content, with this turn of events. As Fierce was heading back to where he called home, he stopped abruptly. Sounds were coming from the trees further on, hailing the entrance of other cats. He carefully made his way to the source of the noise, picking his way through the undergrowth with the squirrel hanging from his mouth as if hunting. He soon spotted a black cat with clear blue eyes and gray and white markings. After a moment, he spotted the second noisemaker- and he was shocked. He had familiar brown fur and playful amber eyes. The tom was joking to the she-cat with a grin on his face, addressing her as Starlingflight. Starlingflight replied, "Treeheart, you know that-" As Fierce moved to have a better look at them, leaves crackled and a twig snapped beneath his paws. Fierce's eyes widened as Starlingflight was cut off, and Treeheart barked fiercely, "Who's there?" At that precise moment, Fierce turned tail and fled, dropping his squirrel. He pounded through the undergrowth, unable to reach home fast enough. Before he could, though, Treeheart slid in front of him with anger burning in his eyes. The anger slowly changed to recognition, then confusion, and finally, warmth. "Fiercepaw! You're here! Where have you been? What happened to you? Are you alright?" Starlingflight rushed over. "Fiercepaw?" "Starlingflight, this is my brother!" Before Fierce could answer anything, Silence, the cat who he had met that day he had been captured, cut in front of him. "Get away," She growled. "He's not part of your Clan anymore." "Silence-" "No! You can't leave our Clan. Dark won't allow that." He voice was hard and commanding, but he sensed something much deeper... Much more gentle and sensitive. Treeheart hissed, pushing Starlingflight back. "Fierce, who is this?" I nudged her away. "No one. I've been-" "I'm not letting you tell them! They'd rescue you, and-" "Silence, why do you care? You're not so loyal to Dark that you'll-" "I'm not? I thought loyalty was supported in your Clans! Dark said we need more warriors. You're a warrior now. Be loyal to us, at least!" "You forced me into your Clan! It's not even a Clan! It's a bloodthirsty band of rogues!" "Fiercepaw, your place is with us." "Fierce... Please... You're right. It's not just Dark. It's me. I want you to stay. Please..." Fierce backed away, unsure of what to do. His thoughts swirled in his mind chaotically. Nothing made sense. He had grown accustomed to his new Clan, and though it had misplaced morals, it was harsh, and its first leader had brought nothing but corruption to the forest, he had begun to grow attached to it... And he'd actually begun to find a friend in Silence. But he had always been taught that BloodClan was evil. And he wanted to become ThunderClan again- live with honor and securely-placed happiness with his brother and family, with his birth Clan. "I... I can't... I can't do this..." It took all his willpower to keep from running from his troubles. "Fierce... You don't have a real attachment to them... You were young when we took you... You grew up with us. Please, Fierce..." He looked into her pleading eyes and immediately regretted it. Treeheart hissed under his breath, "Would you really choose them over us? Your family? Your true Clan? They're savages. They'll only teach you to hurt and deceive." "They're cats just as we are. They have souls and feelings. Why do we feel the need to call them savages? Yes, they took me as an apprentice without my consent. That was wrong. They have little rules to govern them. But they're trying to do what they see is the right thing, and I can't help but be attached to them..." "It's your choice." Fierce could tell how much it hurt him to say what he did, and how much he felt what he said was true. Fierce made his choice, right then and there. He left without apologizing to his brother, because it felt more painful to say it than to leave his brother thinking he didn't care. As he was turning, he uttered under his breath the last words his brother and his Clan would remember him by. "Goodbye, Treeheart."
Post by Carnival ♚ on Oct 29, 2015 16:19:47 GMT -5
I was revisiting the site after a long hiatus and decided that I'd join the contest for kicks, hope you like it. This particular story addresses Treekit's abrupt disappearance and Fiercekit's presence in BloodClan.
It had been exactly four and a half years. As their childhood friend ascended as a warrior among them they grew silently, a white noise in the background of someone else's story. There wasn't much to Fiercepaw and Treepaw. The two's bond was strong sure and they were skilled (albeit easily distracted) but their life was mainly a dreary trail of events. Apprenticeship, he could vaguely recall getting a mentor, Preypelt he thought, some prestigious honor for him it was supposed to be. What with having the deputy for a mentor and all, it all seemed so strange now. Straining his mind the slate tom eventually gave up on trying to remember if he remained in ThunderClan long enough to get his warrior name.
In his stacking age it was sometimes difficult to conjure up some memories so he had long grown used to it all. In fact, very few things actually stayed with him now, this last injury seemed to be slowly doing him in. Finally. It had taken a lot to kill him, it really had. He'd survived countless harsh leafbares, disagreements, attacks, and StarClan knew what else in his old age and in BloodClan you didn't get to live to be an elder most of the time. Once you couldn't fend for yourself you were condemned to a slow death unless you had someone to take care of you and with Treepaw gone... "Hmph." The noise of disapproval at the thought escaped the seasoned tom as he stiffly forced himself to his paws and limped to the shelter of a toppled silver bin that twolegs kept their trash in, sitting down inside with every muscle screaming protest.
Treepaw hadn't lasted as long as Fierce did; when the two decided to join BloodClan his brother often ran into issues, he got sick often eating the wrong thing (something he was notorious for even as a kit in ThunderClan), fought with other cats in petty disagreements, and most of all he strained himself far too much. When he hunted he stayed out, rain or sunshine, until he had both himself and his sibling fed. Sometimes if another cat was rude to Fierce, Fiercepaw then, then he'd pick a fight with them in defense of his brother. No matter how often Fierce reminded his friend he'd never listened. Be stronger, be faster, run for longer periods of time, catch more prey, gain more respect, it was all a game of improvement.
Maybe that's why when his brother fell in love with some inhospitable rogue who'd joined up with BloodClan that he knew that the childhood bliss of having power and no rules was going to come to an end for his brother like it had Fierce moons ago.
It wasn't that he didn't enjoy his choice to join BloodClan, no, he really did prefer this. He didn't want to slave away his life for his clan, never seeing the outside world and retiring once his service broke him too much to keep going. He didn't want to work his whole life only to wither away in a den in the shadow of the cats he serviced. He wanted to explore, to hunt, to fight, to live while he could before age slowed him down and even then he wouldn't let it stop him until it finally finished him off.
Treepaw never got that luxury, as he foresaw. You see -- Fierce knew his brother was falling long before he hit the ground.
It started with a she-cat named Harriet. His brother was interested in her but she had her eyes set far higher than any single mortal thing could satisfy. No, Harriet always had her eyes on the sky, even when she humored Treepaw, even when they fell in love, even when she became pregnant with his kits. Perhaps her eyes had been on the sky the day she stepped onto the thunderpath like she had countless times before and never left. Fierce would never know what happened to the vastly intelligent she-cat, only that somehow, some way, she just didn't make it across fast enough. Even now he liked to think that Harriet had different plans, plans for a world far bigger than the one of the living and so she had to go. Maybe when his injury killed him he'd find her there, in StarClan or wherever people like them ended up.
Maybe he'd find his brother there, after all, he didn't last much longer than his mate, except that his fall from grace hadn't been nearly as elegant.
"I loved her! You don't get it Fierce you've never loved anyone before!" His brother was yelling again, making a scene in the alleyway that BloodClan made their home. This wasn't the first time, though something about the light in his brother's amber eyes and the tremble that shook his body told him that this would be the last. Harriet had died four moons ago and Treepaw was overwhelmed by grief. Not only had he lost his mate but he'd also lost his kits (that of which she'd been pregnant with); two things he'd made his whole life. They were his happiness, his sanity, his drive.
The dark brown tom had lived in the euphoria of a clan free lifestyle for almost a year now. No rules, power, freedom, love, all he could ever want, except that he didn't know what he wanted. His brother reached and grabbed for everything, never letting what just was be good enough. The first time he'd seen his brother truly satisfied enough to slow down enough that he'd even consider taking in the reality of what his life was now he'd been with his love and now, with her gone too, he knew it'd only be a matter of time.
Treepaw was crying as he yelled this time, his sentences making less and less sense the longer the meltdown descended him into madness. When Harriet died Fierce had already come to terms with the fact he'd lost his brother as well, he knew the drill well enough. If you made one person your whole world, you had nothing when you lost them. This was Treepaw's nothing.
The memory was a dark one but that was alright, he didn't mind. Bad things happened and he'd had a good run at life. In the end it had been him who'd his brother attacked in a fit of madness and him who'd finally put him down. It was for the best, the world was too dark outside of the clan for his sibling, he deserved peace in the stars with his love that watched them so often. After all, living things weren't like snowflakes on a cold breeze or falling leaves drifting to the ground, there was no grace when they fell. No, when people fell... they broke.
Fierce looked up at the stars then, white breaks of light against an otherwise pitch black sky, distracted only by the growing ache in his side and the rattle of his weak breath forcing its' way through his aging lungs.
"I'll see you two soon."
Last Edit: Oct 29, 2015 16:30:48 GMT -5 by Carnival ♚
WELCOME TO THE CARNIVAL
[ she/her pronouns ] [ 17 years old ] [ warriorsona is: Carnival ]
first five are the ones to be judged and prizes are as such:
first five are the ones to be judged and prizes are as such:
pppeeeaaaccceee.
