I... I don't even fucking know what to say anymore.
So. Pressure is effectively dead.
What now?
I still love my silly fish guy, I probably always will. but... omfg.
Zeal can rot in jail.
I hope Ren can find peace.
Thanks for the memories, everyone.
The good days will be missed.
Iām not going to keep silent anymore. I HAVE to know because it has been eating at me for a month now
@whatlurksbean is your story, intentionally or not, inspired by Moana?
Itās just I can listen to so many of the songs and imagine your cats. Like āWhere you areā being Thresher trying to raise baby Trout for loyalty to The Family, for example.
'Not again' he thought to himself, stumbling forward to the Healer's Den to get more moss and wrappings.
...
..Wait.
This wasn't..
Where was camp?
He felt the ground.
Fleshy, like raw meat of prey and sacrifices.
He felt a pit in his stomach.
Why..why was he here?
Then he heard the SAVI OUR's voice.
W OOL S TAR
Y OU HA VE BEE N CORR U PTED
YO U POO R TH ING : (
D O N OT WORR Y
I CAN F IX YOU
...
"I..I don't need fixing, my Saviour! I'm..I-i'm not broken!"
H M
A LI E
SO S A D : (
DON 'T WO RRY
YOU A RE B ROK EN
I WIL L FI X YOU
..
"What..What do you mean?" Woolstar couldn't help but sneer. This god, this thing that thought it was above him, that had chosen his mother and molded her, that had molded HIM.
..Was he going to be replaced? Killed?
"Don't.. please don't.. I don't want to die my Saviour.."
DON'T WO RR Y
YO U A REN'T G OI N G TO D IE
SI LL Y SI LLY : )
I JU ST NEE D TO
F I X Y O U
DO Y OU WAN T TO S E E
M Y F A CE : ) ?
Something popped. Something cracked.
Something fell to the floor.
NO NONONONONONONONO
NO NO
DON'T
NO
I DID N'T M EAN
I CAN
I CA N PU T YOU BA CK TO G ETH ER
NO NO ST OP F ALL IN G AP ART
YO U R P R E T TY LITT LE F UR YOUR PR E TT Y LITT LE BO DY
'Not again' he thought to himself, stumbling forward to the Healer's Den to get more moss and wrappings.
...
..Wait.
This wasn't..
Where was camp?
He felt the ground.
Fleshy, like raw meat of prey and sacrifices.
He felt a pit in his stomach.
Why..why was he here?
Then he heard the SAVI OUR's voice.
W OOL S TAR
Y OU HA VE BEE N CORR U PTED
YO U POO R TH ING : (
D O N OT WORR Y
I CAN F IX YOU
...
"I..I don't need fixing, my Saviour! I'm..I-i'm not broken!"
H M
A LI E
SO S A D : (
DON 'T WO RRY
YOU A RE B ROK EN
I WIL L FI X YOU
..
"What..What do you mean?" Woolstar couldn't help but sneer. This god, this thing that thought it was above him, that had chosen his mother and molded her, that had molded HIM.
..Was he going to be replaced? Killed?
"Don't.. please don't.. I don't want to die my Saviour.."
DON'T WO RR Y
YO U A REN'T G OI N G TO D IE
SI LL Y SI LLY : )
I JU ST NEE D TO
F I X Y O U
DO Y OU WAN T TO S E E
M Y F A CE : ) ?
Something popped. Something cracked.
Something fell to the floor.
NO NONONONONONONONO
NO NO
DON'T
NO
I DID N'T M EAN
I CAN
I CA N PU T YOU BA CK TO G ETH ER
NO NO ST OP F ALL IN G AP ART
YO U R P R E T TY LITT LE F UR YOUR PR E TT Y LITT LE BO DY
Iām not going to keep silent anymore. I HAVE to know because it has been eating at me for a month now
@whatlurksbean is your story, intentionally or not, inspired by Moana?
Itās just I can listen to so many of the songs and imagine your cats. Like āWhere you areā being Thresher trying to raise baby Trout for loyalty to The Family, for example.
Now, for some real-world mapwork! Warning; very long.
This story is set in Rural Midwest Western Australia during the 1940ās.
Cavern Clan is the easiest to pinpoint where exactly they are; the Stockyard Gully Caves (images below).
Real Life Fun Fact: in the late 19th century, Stockyard Gullyās caves were used as natural pens for cattle drivers on the way to Perth. The practice dwindled off in the early 1910ās.
Now, North Mire Colony. These proud, stubborn group of cats live in the area bordering Lake Indoon and its much smaller and lesser known neighbour, Lake Erindoon. Specifically, their camp is between the two lakes, in a decently dry spot compared to the surrounding wetlands.
Real Life Fun Fact: The Logue-Indoon Lake system feeds a nationally important range of wetlands that provide critical drought relief to waterbirds like Black Swans, Banded-Stilts and even migratory birds like Curlew Sandpipers.
The clever and crafty Western Bay Colony lives where the small fishing town of Leeman is now. Their territory stretches over the Saltlake and the shore to the more dry and sandy scrubland.
Fun fact: Leeman was founded in 1961, and famous actress Mandy McElhinney grew up in a trailer park in the quiet town.
Lastly, the Rocky Forest Colony, home to many strange legends and rumours, as well as likely the most jumpy cats you could ever meet. They are situated in the dense and dry Eucalyptus forest and temperate scrubland northeast of Stockyard Gully, before the forest was decimated by logging and industrial expansion in the mid fifties (I believe, if anyone knows for sure, please lmk).
Fun fact: there is a little known local walking trail called āMorganās Trackā. It is so obscure that there not even a Wikipedia page for it, and even Googleās shitty AI summary doesnāt know it exists.
Everyone who liked my short-lived Grimshire fanfic, I highly recommend you at least have a look at my more permanent project! I really appreciate all the love anyways!
Does anyone know what happened with @mourningsbane ? They just stopped posting November last year, which is a shame because their story was SUPER interesting.
Since a time long forgotten, the rule of the Matriarch was absolute. She is the one chosen by The Mother, bringer of life, and the almighty creator of this world. The one thing standing between order and oblivion. The guiding light of mortal cats.
And once The Mother has called for a Matriarch, her youngest she-kit will be blessed with the mantle. And so shall her daughter, and her daughterās daughter, and so on.
However, The Mother also demands sacrifice for her benevolence, else rain and prey will not comeā¦ And thus, the Unwanted; the different, the disfunctional, the broken, are cast out to die.
He knew this day would come eventually, ever since his old bones began to ache and he couldnāt quite keep up with the younger cats, but he wasnāt expecting it so soon. Not knowing what else to do, he wanders south for a few sunpaces (Hours).
Frozen Ember - Trans Tom - 141 moons - Righteous - Valuable Insight, Good Teacher
As Frozen Ember passes through a small dip in the craggy terrain, he comes across three cats; an older tomcat and two younger toms. He approaches warily, asking if theyāve been exiled too. The older tom nods mutely, looking troubled. The adolescents look bored, but perk up once Frozen Ember offers for them to join him for a few suns (days). The older tom protests initially, but agrees to stay with the younger cats.
Left to Right:
Silver Cloud - Tom - 12 moons - Calm - Great Mediator, Steady Paws
Melting Snow - Tom - 10 moons - Playful - Moss-ball Hunter, Never Sits Still
Riverside Cane - Tom - 119 moons - Nervous - Valuable Insight
Silver Cloud steps away for a moment to make dirt, but is almost ambushed by a burly tomcat! He dodges swiftly, but is slightly shaken. A soft-furred she-cat with distant eyes approaches the two, ending the standoff. āDo not harm him, Hemlock Root. This is the one.ā The burly tom nods, standing down despite his apparent aggression.
āLittle one, we must go with you. It is urgent.ā Silver Cloud is a little uncomfortable, but agrees to take them to the group.
Hemlock Root - Tom - 27 moons - Bloodthirsty - Formidable Fighter, Clever
Rose Petal - She-Cat - 57 moons - Compassionate - Great Storyteller, Strange Dreamer
As the group settles on the border of the mire to sleep, Melting Snow almost steps on a tiny, squirming kitten! Itās a little small, and its eyes donāt seem to focus as well as they should at its age. Rose Petal swoops up the kitten, confirming it as a tomkit and giving him a thorough groom.
Smoky Sky - Tom - 0.5 moons - Self-Conscious, Lover of Stories
As the cats of the group wake up, Frozen Ember goes hunting. He almost catches a dozing swamp hen before a blur of white and ginger snatches it from right in front of him. Recognising his old friend that was exiled a mere two moons ago, Frozen Ember strikes up a conversation. Scarlet Tail seems to be struggling to survive on her own, given her poor health, and gladly takes the offer to join the group.
Scarlet Tail - She-Cat - 122 moons - Rebellious - Good Kitsitter, Good Speaker
A sudden and violent downpour forced the group to take shelter in a small nook in the mountain base. But as their eyes adjust to the darkness, they realise it isnāt a nook at all; it's a whole cave! With some small disagreements, the cats come to the same conclusion. They need to stick together to survive, and this small cavern is the perfect place to live.
Frozen Ember comes up with the name Cavern Clan.
Iām proud to be a part of our small school bus of a fandom (also now that Iām thinking about it, isnāt it funny how small our fandom is when Gallows Creek is also a really small town)!
Weāre like this small civilization that people thought was lost to time, but thereās still a few folks here keeping the lights on and up-keeping the place. Thereās still a few people around keeping the tag from getting dusty
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tyring to find an old warrior cats blog
I believe the protagonist is a kitten with a loving father and a distant mother who wasn't actually born into the clan they are now, but they aren't sure. I think it had something to do with a hawk or other bird of prey? I remember they had a different name and came form a different clan than the one they are in now, and they dont remember much of it. I think it might have been hawkkit or hawkclan or something?
Pls help
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