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Post by Voidastral on Sept 30, 2018 21:39:51 GMT -5
niceee
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Post by blizzardsfang on Sept 30, 2018 21:39:56 GMT -5
New territory:
Hidden Falls- Hidden deeply within the dark pines is a gentle roaring, and if you know where to go, you can find where it comes from. A small entrance to a large cave with winding paths is hidden near the middle of the pines. If you follow carefully and go down the right path, following the roaring, you can be led to one of the most beautiful places ever. An opening at the top of the cave allows light to flow through, it is most beautiful when it is moonhigh and the moon lights up the cavern. A long waterfall flows into a deep pool, where fish swim happily. The water is the clearest in the entire forest. Flat rocks line the walls of the pool, and some can sit and sunbathe on them when the sun stretches into the cave. A large tree sits just next to the waterfall and often times birds will nest there. Frogs are seen every once in a while but rarely. Predators very rarely enter the cave and usually they come as owls so most cats are safe as the owls don't bother the adults.
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Post by Voidastral on Sept 30, 2018 21:45:13 GMT -5
 Ragweed is here I think |
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Sept 30, 2018 21:57:59 GMT -5
Jaggedtalon: He's not my brother
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Post by blizzardsfang on Sept 30, 2018 22:02:11 GMT -5
Take a walk in their shoes:
The worst part about being sad is you don't even know what makes you happy anymore. I feel like I'm losing myself under these black waves. They're swallowing me whole. Every night I'm plagued with their memory, sometimes I wish I could simply forget. I don't know which is worse, feeling everything or feeling nothing at all. It hurts so bad, I never thought something that wasn't physical could hurt me to the point that I couldn't breathe, but here I am, being crushed by grief. I want to be strong so badly but every time I try to be strong my mind wanders back to them, to you. My thoughts are killing me so slowly, when I try not to think...the silence kills me too. Why can't anyone tell me why such pain exists when I'm not cut, I'm not bleeding, there is no wound. Yet I feel like claws are digging so deep into my heart that I could fall dead where I stand. Sometimes when I lay down in my nest, all I can do is hope I fall asleep before I fall a part. This wasn't how it was supposed to be, this wasn't how I was supposed to feel. It should have been me, but here I am, empty without you. It's like I'm underwater and I'm trying to breathe, everyone around me is breathing and they're telling me to just let it into my lungs but every time I try, it's just water. I want to talk about it, I want to scream and cry and let everyone know that I'm not okay. Yet, every time that they ask me if I'm okay, all I can tell them is I'm fine. It hurts so bad to know that my best wasn't good enough, I couldn't protect you. Now, even with all these cats around me, I'm alone. How am I supposed to fight this feeling? I wish that I could go back, just once, I don't even remember what it feels like to not feel like this. This is all I know now, this empty black hole in my chest. Fern what am I supposed to do? I miss you so much. Ragweed opened his eyes as his name was called, it looked like another patrol. He slowly stood up, his muscles aching from the weight he held within him. another day.
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Post by Voidastral on Sept 30, 2018 22:07:12 GMT -5
that picture I drew somewhat would go with what blizz just wrote if it wasnt such a meme
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2018 22:07:41 GMT -5
*hugs Ragweed*
XD
Seriously Blizz what the hell, you’re so good at writing
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Post by blizzardsfang on Sept 30, 2018 22:08:26 GMT -5
Thank you ❤
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Post by Voidastral on Sept 30, 2018 22:09:50 GMT -5
also yeah, that was beautiful.
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Post by MadFaith on Oct 1, 2018 0:12:39 GMT -5
Well here is my attenpt at something, not sure if it can really be called art.... I present: GRACKLEFUR THE POPE  |
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Post by Novi on Oct 1, 2018 1:07:32 GMT -5
Mkay, so i decided to go with Leaffur and her death scene. BUT, since we know next to nothing, I'm going to try my best to not be too specific, but also throwing out my own ideas. and I also have no clue on her personality, so this is all literally a shot in the dark/pulling it out of the deepest tresses of my brain where light doesn't dare go~ Also, just a warning it's pretty dark so...uh...yea. Read at your own risk please and thank you ^^" Of course, Leaffur knew nighttime was not the best time to be wandering anywhere, and certainly not in the dark pines, but she couldn't help it. Her clanmates whispered about how it felt like death, but she couldn't resist. It was as if the spirits that lost their life there and lingered called to her. Begged her to do...what she wasn't sure. Something in her gut pushed her to respond.
Her eyes were wide as she walked through the silent forest. Even at night, most forests had noise. Animals skittering about or leaves rustling, but the dark pines was different. If the forest had an entity, it was as if it were holding its breath, waiting for something. But what?
It came all at once. Leaffur gasped as the air came rushing out of her. It suddenly felt as if the atmosphere itself was pushing in on her, crushing her. Suffocating. It took her a moment to realize it wasn't air. It was...something. She couldn't tell what but the weight prevented her from getting up. Her mouth gaped as she attempted to form words. Demand what was happening. Threaten that she was not to be messed with. Order them off Sunclan territory. But there was no chance. Within seconds, she felt something across her eyes and what little vision she had blurred before going black. Whatever was on top of her had slashed her eyes, blinding her. Instead of words, screams came out of her mouth, wasting the last of her breath. She gasped and could feel her lungs begging for air. Just as she thought it was over, that this was the end for her, she felt the weight lift off her back. Gaping like a fish out of water, her body naturally inhaled in an attempt to repair itself. But it wasn't the end.
The presence Leaffur felt was sinister. Unlike anything she had ever encountered before. And she knew that the reason the weight had been lifted couldn't possibly be anything good for her. Unfortunately, she was proven correct. Once it felt as if she had her oxygen back, she struggled to get to her paws and was immediately shoved sideways. Something slashed her stomach. Not deep enough to kill right away, but easily something she felt. Her scream took her regained breath away. Something sliced into her shoulder. With great effort, Leaffur brought her paw around and sunk her claws into whatever it had caught and held on. She wasn't going down without a fight!
A low gurgling noise filled her ears. It seemed to come from everywhere. It wasn't a sound she had ever heard before. If it was a cat, the cat had to be disfigured. Whatever her paw had latched onto jerked away and Leaffur did her best to get back to her paws. She could hurt it. She knew this now. She had a chance, or so she thought. She slashed out at where she had thought the thing came from and felt air rush through her claws. A snap and sharp pain in her back leg caused her to drop and another yowl ripped through her throat. In a disarrayed wave of pain, she felt something wet on her side and sliding into the wounds on her stomach. The stench of blood became sickening. Leaffur coughed and felt the liquid on her tongue. The same feeling of pain opened on her other side and the air stung. Blood was dripping down the sides of her muzzles and her first instinct was to lick it off. She could taste her tears mixed with it as another crack indicated whatever was attacking her had broken her other back leg.
Leaffur let out a low groan as she felt her jaw hit the ground. With a torn shoulder and bleeding sides, her front paws couldn't support her weight. The feeling of her pelt being attacked sliced through her body. She was slowly being torn her apart. The forest swallowed up the she-cat's screams.
She had come on a gut feeling. Was this always to be her fate? If she had ignored the calling, would this still be happening to her? What had she done to deserve this? Were her ancestors watching? Did they know how cruel her ending was? Or could even they not see into the depths of the dark pines? If they couldn't, what would protect the clan from whatever was attacking her now? Her life was bleeding quickly. She no longer felt the sinister presence. It had left her to die.
The return to silence was devastating. Leaffur had been unable to speak after it had sliced her throat. Her jaw had been dislodged and, although she knew it was useless with either wounded and especially so after having both damaged, she still tried. She had to. Her body wouldn't respond to any commands her thoughts gave it and so she turned to begging, praying to any ancestors who might be able to hear her. She wanted to somehow warn the rest of them. Her clan. She was a warrior and they weren't done until they were well and truly dead.
Leaffur's mind was swimming and her body felt as if it was attempting to as well. She felt like her lungs were being crushed. As if she were drowning. Hadn't she gone through enough? And then it hit her. Like a gust of cold wind. Akin to breaking the surface of water, her body gasped for breath and her eyes snapped open. Everything around her was black except for a pair of red eyes staring down at her. Huge red eyes that shared the same feeling of darkness she'd felt before. The same gurgling noise returned. Deafening. It slowly transformed into laughter. She wasn't done yet. But now, it would be a fair fight. Letting out a furious yowl, she lunged. Alright. I had an interesting time writing this. When I started, I knew it would be bloody but I wasn't sure how exactly I'd end it off and honestly i dont know if i'm happy with it, but yea. this is my different P.O.V post ^^" |
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Post by MadFaith on Oct 1, 2018 2:00:47 GMT -5
So this is my entry for the to post.... It accidentally turned into a story... Whoops...
The moon cast a veil of pale light filtering through the canopy, gently draping this scene of sorrow in an ethereal glow.
The black cat’s body was racked with sobs, each gasp of breath painful as he stared down at the unmoving bundle of fur at his feet. Lifting his head to the stars, the silence was split with a cry of pure anguish, a guttural cry that overflows from a tear-soaked heart.
Burying his nose into her pelt, the tom felt a moment of comfort as the all too familiar scent of his mother wafted over him. He wanted to cling to that scent, wanted to just close his eyes and pretend that she wasn’t gone, pretend that she was still alive. He wanted to believe that she would start breathing again, that the light of laughter would return to her eyes once more. But he was just left with the suffocating silence that death leaves in its wake.
Opening his eyes, the dark pelted cat found himself standing in an open field. The rising sun just cresting over the horizon, coating everything in a golden hur and melting the darkness of the night into a canvas of brilliant colour.
The wounds of grief were still fresh, but the tom found himself standing breathless before this display of beauty.
“It’s stunning isn’t it?”
His trance was broken by a voice, her voice. Turning, he saw her, silver fur dancing with starlight, her eyes transfixed on the breaking dawn.
“It is amazing how each day opens and closes with this promise. A promise of hope for the present and for the future.” Her attention turned to him, “I am so proud of you my son, so proud of the amazing leader you have become.” Her nose pressed against his forehead and a wave of warmth washed over him. “Mom, I miss you so much…”
“I am always with you. Each decision, each hardship, through you joy and in you pain; I am there, right beside you. So proud of the tom you have grown into.” Her voice cracked with emotion as she spoke, “I love you so much Spiderstar. You have lead SunClan so well, and there is still much ahead of you.”
Spiderstar didn’t want to wake up, but he knew he couldn’t stay here forever, his clan still needed his guidance.
Feeling the curtain of sleep beginning to fall away, he nuzzled his mother, a purr rumbling deeply in his chest.
“As sure as the sun rises and sets, I will never let you go, you are never alone my little one.”
The bright light of the rising sun seemed to swell, until he had to close his eyes to block out the light. Blinking his eyes open, Spiderstar found himself back in his den, the light from the morning sun streaming into the cave. The words of his mother still rang in his head, the wind gently tugging at his fur.
"You are never alone."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2018 10:07:41 GMT -5
Here my location
Mushroom Grove
An extension of the Dark Pines that isn’t so dark.
The Mushroom Grove is a clearing surrounded by large mossy pine trees with a small pool of water at the center. Though similar to Dark Pines, there is a single large patch of sunlight at the center over the pool.
Scattered across the clearing and even growing up against the trees are mushrooms of all shapes and sizes. The mushrooms tend to be soft pastel colors such as white or blue. There are a few stumps surrounding the clearing as well as a mossy log that are all dressed with smaller mushrooms.
The mushrooms will glow softly at night along with the fireflies, add that with the moon that will perfectly reflect on the pool of water and you have your own small haven.
Medicine cats may go there to gather moss and sometimes mushrooms if they’re required for medicine.
For my art, I’m actually going to do Slenderoak since I had an outline of her done a while back
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Oct 1, 2018 12:46:39 GMT -5
"Gotcha!" Ragweed blinked as he turned to see his little brother running at him. He allowed Jagged to jump on him and falls to the ground. "I am no match for you!" He cried out before pretending to go limp. Jagged purred and puts his head up in triumph. "I am the greatest fighter in all the land!" Ragweed purred getting to his paws and lets his brother fall to the ground. He could tell that Jagged inherited his father's fierce battle attitude. Ragweed hoped his father wouldn't fill his brother's head with violence. "Jagged come here!" A female voice called out. Luna, his mother gives Jagged a look. "I haven't finished cleaning you yet!" Ragweed nudged his brother forward. "Go on before she gets mad." He watched his his brother reluctantly goes back to his mother.
(Yeah that's all I got lol. My other idea was a little more emotional. Ragweed and his father with the father being disappointed that Ragweed isn't a fighter like him)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2018 14:00:26 GMT -5
I like the second idea but this I liked this one too! It was cute! We don’t have enough of Ragweed and Jaggedtalon being brothers much.
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Post by Voidastral on Oct 1, 2018 18:43:01 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2018 19:12:29 GMT -5
I like it! I noticed you changed the style a bit from the original. I love the texture of the feather and fur  |
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Post by Voidastral on Oct 1, 2018 19:17:16 GMT -5
thanks, I just didn't like the og sketch a lot.
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Post by Novi on Oct 1, 2018 19:21:41 GMT -5
looks cute :3
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2018 19:21:48 GMT -5
I’m almost done with mine, I could have finished it sooner but today was super busy for me XP
I’m going to eat dinner soon and try to finish my piece.
Hopefully I’ll still have time
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Post by MadFaith on Oct 1, 2018 19:56:46 GMT -5
Here's my territory, hopefully, its clear as to what I'm trying to describe, if not I explain it at the end. It's hard to describe something manmade as the cats would see it.
Vine’s Crossing: At one of the narrower points of the gorge, there is something that seems like a chain of entangled vines and wood stretching from one side to the other. It seems as though it was created by twolegs, as nothing like that has ever been found naturally in nature before. In some places, the wood has rotted away and remains a very precarious place to wander. The Vine Crossing has claimed the lives of many foolish cats, usually apprentices who dare one another to cross to the other side. Not only is the bridge itself a danger to cats who try and cross it, but along the crest of the gorge, there are many large birds of prey and venomous snakes. Alongside the bridge is an abandoned twoleg building, not nearly as big as one of their dens. A fairly simple den, with four sides, but this building is rampant with mice and birds making their nests in the top of the building, a perfect place for apprentices to learn how to hunt in a controlled environment.
(A bridge and ticket booth, used to be a tourist attraction until it was shut down and abandoned because a newer one was built farther along the canyon)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2018 21:07:20 GMT -5
 My hand hurts |
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Post by Novi on Oct 1, 2018 21:08:55 GMT -5
it's soooo pretty  |
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Post by blizzardsfang on Oct 1, 2018 21:10:21 GMT -5
Omg ;-;
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2018 21:10:22 GMT -5
:3 Thank you!
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Oct 1, 2018 21:35:54 GMT -5
Fan art: Tuna!
Take a walk: Novi
Location: Blizz!
I'll tally final scores in a second
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Oct 1, 2018 21:36:29 GMT -5
Oh shoot hang on! I didn't see a couple of these entries!
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Post by MadFaith on Oct 1, 2018 21:36:46 GMT -5
Congrats winners!
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Oct 1, 2018 21:38:48 GMT -5
Ok I'm going to keep Blizzard as the winner of the location round although I may see if I can intregrate the Vine Crossing in a future plot
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Oct 1, 2018 21:40:36 GMT -5
Updated points:
Blizz: 17.5
Faith: 12
Tuna: 9.5
Quail: 6
Novi: 3
Hawk: 1
The final round is always the hardest. There are so many great entries!
Congrats Blizzard! Silentkit will be yours!
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