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  • Adara’s Level Up Writing – Level 2 to 3

    Adara leapt over streams and logs, in pursuit of the fleeing squirrel. The poor little creature was slowing, tired after the chase. Triumph surged through her as she drew her haunches in and prepared to leap. Just as she was off-balance, a sudden puddle of water appeared right in front of her. With a cry of surprise, Adara stumbled and tripped over a stick, landing in a cold, clear stream.
    “Mouse dung!” She cursed, struggling to her paws. How did that happen? Adara shook out her silver and white fur, which was now soaked to the skin. “As if I wasn’t cold enough already,” she muttered irritably. A familiar scent wreathed around her, and the she-cat’s eyes widened in alarm. She whirled around to face the black tom she had lived with for most of her life.
    “You,” she spat. “Why can’t you just leave me alone?”
    Jason smiled, a coy grin that made Adara shiver. “Now now. That’s no way to greet old friends,” he said smoothly.
    “I agree,” Adara said coolly, “but you are not my friend.” Jason stepped closer to her, his green eyes twinkling.
    “Oh come on Adara,” he murmured. “We were so happy together before you decided to run away and come here.” He twined his tail with her’s.
    “Don’t touch me!” Adara growled, snatching her tail away. “And for your kind information, I was never happy with you. Especially since you made me help you hurt people.”
    Jason’s gaze hardened. “You were perfectly happy when you were in love with me.”
    Adara seemed to wither under his gaze. It was true. She had been young and foolish, and grateful to have someone so charming to take her in. “I was stupid,” she whispered. “It was the biggest mistake of my life. I didn’t have a family, and I was barely older than a kit. You took advantage of me.”
    Jason sneered at her. “Well, it’s not my fault you blindly trusted me.” He sighed, trying to control his anger. “Look, Adara, I just want to be friends again. You don’t have spend time with those… peasants.”
    Adara wrinkled her nose in disgust. “Peasants? Those ‘peasants’ are making me happier than you ever did. As for being friends…” She snorted.
    The black tom bristled. “Adara…” He meowed softly. “They’re not anywhere near my league.”
    Adara took a step back. “You’re right Jason,” she meowed, a small smile on her face. “But you can always dream.”
    With that, she spun on her paws and dashed away. She could almost sense the tom following her. She turned her head and grinned at him, then flickered out of sight. She had to slap her tail over her mouth to keep from laughing as Jason stopped and looked around in confusion. Adara scanned the area for some place she could hide. There was no way she could keep this up much longer. “There,” she murmured as her gaze fell on a tree. She dug her claws into the bark and swarmed up it as easily as if she had been a squirrel. Adara nestled herself comfortably between two branches and gazed down at everything. She could distinctly make out Padme and Pepper together, and Quinn, Willow, and Lily talking to each other.
    “I have friends,” she said softly, as she came back into sight. It was true. She did have friends. She didn’t have family, but for now, she had people who cared for her. Adara couldn’t help but be engulfed in sadness as she gazed at her fur. It seemed to easily blend into the shadows, moving as they shifted. She couldn’t help but think that, maybe, if she had had these powers when she was born, her family wouldn’t have abandoned her. She shook her head to dismiss these thoughts.
    Adara had friends. She could be herself around these people. She could tease Quinn and watch him get uncomfortable. She could talk and laugh with Pepper. She could discuss herbs and her feelings with Lily. And perhaps, someday, she’d be able to make a sentence with Padme without it turning into a friendly argument. Adara smiled at the thought. She wasn’t alone. And she didn’t need Jason to make her think otherwise.

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  • Fog
    Level 2-3 | Curse 2-3(?) maple was mean and wouldn’t let me do it

    The night was quiet, but it was a different kind of quiet than what she was used to. In Bapxer, the sounds bounced off the walls and slab of rock that served as the roof of her shelter. Had served, she corrected herself. She no longer lived in Bapxer or in that shelter with the four gray ones.

    Here in the mountains, the land was more open and the sounds were lost to the cavernous expanses. She had ignored it well enough after Pilate had saved them from the cave because they were underwater – of course, things were going to sound differently. But now, she could hear the wind whistle past the mountain instead of through the alleys, feel the dirt and gravel shift away from under her instead of the concrete pressing into her side, watch Riley shift in his sleep instead of any of the gray ones. She would get used to it, she told herself. She would adapt, just as she always would.

    She let her gaze linger on Riley’s shape. He was her ally and supposedly her friend, but there was something else, something that was both familiar and alien. He didn’t look like any of the gray ones, that much was obvious, and he was younger than her. A memory bubbled up to the surface of her mind and she opened up to it, letting it tug her away from the present.

    ↞✧↠

    The wind was cold that night, though not as cold as the rumours suggested the land outside of Bapxer was. Still, it didn’t stop the chill from seeping into their shelter through the entrance and all the other cracks. The older gray ones were packing some cracks with mud she and the amber-eyed one had brought back from the outskirts of the city.

    The yellow-eyed one nosed her way past the wooden crate they used as a barrier to the entrance, ruffling up her fur as soon as she was inside the cramped space and looking towards the dark gray one. “Could we not find somewhere else? One of the underground dens?” She found herself agreeing with the yellow-eyed one. “We would be more sheltered from the weather.”

    The dark gray one exchanged a look with the other old one. “We could, but those dens could collapse at any moment,” he said, rubbing the mud off his paws. “We are lucky enough that we found this place. If we left, some other cats will take it and we would have nowhere to sleep if we could not find a suitable replacement.”

    “And most of the underground dens are in gang or cult territory,” said the light gray one. “You all remember what we told you about them, correct?”

    She nodded along with her three siblings, tail flicking as she recalled the descriptions the old gray ones had told them. Better that they stay away from the gangs and the cults; they could manage just well enough without being bound to someone like that.

    She shivered as the light gray one approached and touched her ear with her nose. “Go find and help the little one. He’s out hunting by the statue today.”

    She nodded and wriggled her way out of the shelter, whiskers twitching as the wind cut through her pelt. As she started to move towards the fountain square, she glanced at her surroundings. Where…

    Something moved in the corner of her eye and she whirled around, claws unsheathed and muscles tensed in preparation for an attack. A gray blur stopped a few tail-lengths away from her, bending down to pick something up from the ground. It looked up, revealing those vibrant eyes she’d been looking for.

    ↞✧↠

    Green eyes. That was what had felt familiar about Riley. Almost everything about him didn’t match the little one, all except for their eyes. There were still some differences between them; Riley’s eyes were brighter than the little one’s, ever so slightly. A minute difference, but one that stood out enough for her to be able to reassure herself that they were separate beings. The little one was gone and Riley was not his replacement.

    So why did she feel such an urge to spare her ally’s feelings and keep him safe?

    The wind howled through the cave entrance, sweeping in and ruffling the fur of all cats nestled in their pockets of allies. She watched Riley curl tighter into himself, likely a reaction to the cold, and she felt something twinge in her chest. Sympathy?

    “Please, take the time to practice your powers,” Pilate had said when he brought them to the mountains. She glanced between the outside environment and her partner. Could I…?

    She turned inward, pulling at the power that wasn’t determined to burn her from the inside out. The power that the Tests had given her was gentler, more compliant with her wishes. The ground below her was lightly illuminated as the markings on her sides grew brighter as she gathered up some stray air currents and pushed back against the wild wind. At first, there was no difference, but slowly, as she pushed harder and harder against her limits, the air stilled around the pair.

    The other power writhed in her chest, banging and slamming itself against the restraints she had put on herself. Something rippled through her body, an involuntary shudder as she remembered what other participants had discovered that day. That malicious power, the one that wanted to take over, to control, to hurt, did not sit quietly within her. She took a shuddering breath, though she was unsure whether it was from the cold or from her fear.

    She glanced at Riley again; he was not the little one, and yet she wanted to protect him all the same. Protect him from danger, from others, maybe even from her. The power stopped clawing at her heart, gathering up to offer itself to her and picking at her thoughts. It knew what she wanted and she felt a different chill seeping into her bones, one that ached as she moved closer to whisper in Riley’s ear.

    “Keep yourself safe from me.”

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  • I’ve already shared it on the discord, but here’s Hazel’s level 2 -> 3 writing:

    As Hazel rested inside the small cave-like hole, his gaze stayed upon the plant he had made sprout from the ground. I made this happen, He thought, in slight awe. I gave it life when there wasn’t any way it could have survived. The simple idea that he would be able to control the fate of the life around him made him want to burst with laughter – but here he was, manipulating life and death itself. It blossomed into a small shoot of wormwood, though it’s growth stunted before Hazel could do much more. Interesting, but rather useless. How is it going to help me in battle?

    He summoned a small bundle of flames, lighting the small plant on fire – he watched the fire tear into the spiral-like leaves, the once dull green colour morphing into a sullen ebony. Watching the flames slowly turn it into ashes, Hazel chuckled to himself, the warm glow of the fire reflecting in his eyes. I’m able to control whether these plants live or die. Never would I have thought I’d be given any sort of power over something like this. It was odd, but this strange feeling of having control made him feel better over how useless and weak his powers seemed to be as of the moment. But I wonder…just how far can I push these powers? Could they get stronger than this?

    It certainly seemed plausible – after all, those other cats were practicing with their powers. Why couldn’t he strengthen his powers, too?

    Hazel’s gaze narrowed into slits as he stared at the burning fire. It flickered a tiny bit, growing slightly in size as he focused more on it. He frowned, his eyes intense. That…that did nothing! He did feel slightly warmer, however, but it didn’t change much aside from the fact that he hardly could do much with it.

    A low growl sounding from his throat, he tilted his head. “Maybe I need something to test it on.” Growing a small plant nearby his paws, he pushed it over towards the fire, watching as it enveloped into flames. Almost immediately he wrinkled his nose upon smelling it. “Disgusting.”

    However, it gave him the answer – he did need something to test it on. Maybe try a bigger fire? He wondered, briefly before shrugging off the thought. No, no, I don’t want to accidentally burn to death. I should just leave it until it dies out. Instead I’ll work with the plants, and hopefully those don’t get burned either.

    Focusing in on a small, darker corner of the cave, he strained his gaze on the corner, eventually making a small vine grow out of nowhere. Alright. That’s a start. Though it wa a struggle to do so, he eventually made it larger, albeit not by much. Perhaps these vines…I could use them as something to slow others down? He grew it large enough for it to be able to rest upon the tip of his tail, however exhausting it was to – it looked rather pitiful, and seemed to be all he could do for the moment.

    “But that’s alright,” He murmured to himself, instead opting to gently wrap the small vine around his neck, as if it was a necklace. “Even though these nature powers appear decorative at best…the fire will definitely prove useful.”

    Provided I can learn how to control it first.

    (I think I’ll probably do Star or Anthracite next if I do another writing for a level up but idk that’s a lot of work)

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  • Rose’s Level Up Writing – Level 1 to 2

    Rose paced angrily, muttering incomprehensibly. How dare he! Did he know who she was? With a defeated sigh, Rose sat down at the edge of a stream, watching the fish dart through the water. Suddenly, she felt a strangely cold feeling beneath her paws, and she jumped back with a yelp.
    “Huh?” Rose murmured, for at the spot where she had been sitting just a few moments ago, icicles stuck out from the ground. The ginger she-cat stepped forward cautiously, and poked at the icicle with a claw. Rose gasped at it’s coldness. It was real ice. “Did I do that?” Rose said, shocked. She had known that she had ice powers, but she hadn’t expected this.
    “My,” Rose mused, her excitement growing. “This could be useful.” That she-cat wouldn’t stand a chance. What could wind do against ice? And Rose would finally get what she deserved. Concentrating, she made a ring of ice appear around her, and her grin grew wider. This really could be useful. After all Rose had done for Pyr, he tossed her aside like a wet rag, and Rose wasn’t going to sit there and let it happen. She didn’t come to this horrible place full or fighting and hard work for nothing. She came to get him back, and get him back is what Rose would do. No matter what.

    (It’s short, but it’s all I could think of 😛 Besides, it’s more than 100 words, so it’s fine for now.)

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  • (I’m sorry, i’m being really inactive in this, so I think i’m going to have to drop out of the rp, i feel so bad i was just starting to get some interaction, but i don’t think i’m online enough to roleplay. 🙁 Map do you want me to kill my characters or any one can takeover them if you want)

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  • Willow Level Up – Level 2 to Level 3
    A small breeze ruffled Willow’s fur, and with it came the whispers – the whispers that were always lurking in her nightmares, her heart.
    Coward.
    Weakling.
    Softie.
    Swallowing hard, she shoved them away, like she always did. Told herself not to focus on them; agonizing over the past did nothing.
    But how could she live with herself? After all she’d done? The images flashed in her eyes again, blinding her.
    So many bodies…
    Willow felt herself stagger, overcome. She forced the images away, drawing in a shaky breath.
    How were some cats just able to move on? How could they not see what they’d done?
    Cats like Spike? Killing is just survival, Willow. You don’t have to view it as a crime. It’s just the way things go. They’ll die eventually; you’re actually helping them, saving them from a life of fear and strife. Giving us more food.
    But Spike’s words were tainted with lies. Those cats had families! Hopes! Dreams! And she’d silenced them all.
    The scent of a squirrel blew towards her, and she neared it, glad of the distraction. She dropped into a crouch, the furry creature coming into her sight. She stalked toward it, quivering with anticipation.
    Their gazes locked, and Willow saw the same face she’d seen a thousand times – the face of a cornered cat who was desperate to run.
    The creature tensed, ready to run at the stillest movement.
    Suddenly, Willow felt it. Her powers. They surged beneath her pelt, calling to her, begging for her to use them. They thumped against her chest painfully, in a broken rhythm.
    The squirrel crept back a half-inch.
    Willow knew what would happen if she didn’t resist the urge to use her ability. She would throw a wave of water at the squirrel, momentarily stunning it, and then pounce, ending its life. Forever.
    But her whole life, Willow’d had to advantage. It may not of seemed like it if you saw her, scrawny and wide-eyed like she was, but she did when it came to killing. The cats she killed never had a chance to escape. Usually, their entire gang was dead by then, and she was just picking off the last few runts, starved and desperate. If they tried to fight back, Willow’s gang would interfere.
    They never stood a chance.
    And Willow knew that if she used her powers now, the squirrel wouldn’t sand a chance either. It could run, but she’d just direct the bubble of water wherever it went. And its last moments would be much the same as those scraggly gang members – desperate, hopeless. All their dreams shattered.
    Willow didn’t want to cheat anymore. She didn’t want to watch things die without a chance. It wasn’t fair. She didn’t care if Quinn and Adara were using their abilities, if it meant she’d lose the contest. She would not sentence this squirrel, who had a family and hopes and dreams, to a certain death. It deserved a chance.
    With a sigh, she fought the urge, and it sunk back into her with a defeated disappointment.
    Unsheathing her claws, Willow leapt toward the creature, and it turned tail, turning into a gray blur. She hard after it, her claws coming down on its tail. She slashed at it, but it pulled free, sprinting away.
    Disappointment tugged at her, but it was not as strong as the feeling that she’d given it a chance. For once, she felt proud – proud that it was a fair fight, that the squirrel hadn’t been hopeless. Proud that she’d resisted the urge to use her powers.
    No longer would she corner things with no hope in their eyes. Now they’d have a chance.
    She turned her nose up in the air to find more prey.

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  • If I write to level up my character’s do they immediately level up, or does it have to get accepted or something??
    Sorry, I’ve never leveled up a character before 😛

    Soleil level up from 1 to 2!

    Soleil focused his eyes wondering what would happen. Around him he could see other cats playing with some kind of powers. Powers, that sounded cool. Flash. A tiny flame flickered on the ground. Startled, Soleil lept back and the flame vanished. Did I just do that? he wondered. He looked at a twig lying on the ground about a foot away, Light up! he thought. As he watched, the twig caught fire and slowly burnt into a pile of ash. Looking at a tree, he channeled his new found powers at it. A few of the leaves began to wither. Soleil felt like he could burst with excitement.
    “Can I grow a bush too?” he wondered out loud. He turned his gaze on a small bush to his left. A tiny leaf began to sprout from a small branch. Whoa!!! he thought to himself, Now I could maybe help Kale grow some of the herbs she needs!

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  • Coal Level Up – Level 2 to Level 3
    The silence of the forest trickled into Coal’s mind like melting ice, numbing him.
    Speaking of ice…
    He instinctively shuddered. He didn’t think he’d ever be able to so much as think about his powers without going into a panic.
    Truth be told, the ability to form ice and see glimpses of the past and future scared him out of his wits. Because now he had power. And he didn’t know where that could lead.
    It’s nothing compared to the powers you’ll have as a god, he told himself – but that wasn’t exactly something he was looking forward to, either.
    He sat down, digging his claws into the loose soil, exhaling slowly.
    In the silence, the lurking thoughts he’d chased away suddenly pounced with crushing strength, digging into him.
    These powers … what would he do with them? How many would die unintentionally? How many would suffer because of them?
    He dug his claws into the ground farther, hissing. He willed the thoughts away, casting light in the darkness of their shadows, but they only scampered to somewhere else.
    And then, just as it had earlier, a vision was upon him, snaking through his mind, gripping him with its poisonous tendrils. Making him unable to fight it.
    He gritted his teeth.
    As if his thoughts had triggered it, the vision opened to a place he’d forced himself not to think about.
    Blood. Blood everywhere. Bodies. Cats screaming.
    Him, unable to help. Only able to watch as they all died, as one by one, their lives winking out like city lights.
    He yowled, thrown violently back into the present. He gasped for air, rolling onto his side. Why, of all the powers, did he have to have the one that hurt the most? The one that forced him to see what he had done, how many he couldn’t save?
    Why him?
    He closed his eyes, the weight of the darkness pulling on him. The darkness of pain, of his past.
    He’d tried to escape from the images of broken streets, bloodied bodies for so long now, seeing them again was like dunking his eyes into white-hot fire. And now, he was blind.
    He choked on the memory’s invisible smoke, curling up into a small ball.
    He wouldn’t use this power. Not now, not ever. No matter what happened. Because it was too painful. Because cats might die.
    Because it might make him something that he didn’t want to think about.
    A murderer.
    A killer.
    A monster.

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  • Hey Maple, do you know what Kori’s power is? Sorry to bother you, I just went inactive for a bit and everyone seems to have them. Thanks!

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  • Revenant level 1-2 writing

    Bubbles. That’s it? Just… Bubbles?! Angrily, Revenant slashed his paw through the puddle in front of him, casting water droplets into the air. This is useless! They aren’t intimidating, they aren’t helpful to me, and they won’t serve any purpose in battle! Tail lashing in frustration, he spun around and stalked away from the puddle. He found an open area where no cats were, and he started pacing. Taking slow, deliberate steps around the clearing, he contemplated what his powers- or lack thereof- meant for him. If he was fighting multiple cats on his own, and all he could do was spit a dubious liquid at them, he was in trouble. On top of that, they likely had much better powers than he did, meaning that they’d be starting fires and hovering out of reach while he flailed around, trying in vain to fend them off. Snarling, Revenant dug his claws into the ground. He had always been able to turn unwinnable situations around, but he doubted that his natural abilities would matter much when his opponents could summon lightning and heal themselves in seconds. I’m stuck with what I’ve got… Looks like I’m going to have to make it stronger. Reluctantly, Revan slunk back the the puddle, focusing more intensely on his powers than before.

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