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  • Starling’s Level Up 1-2
    ~~~~~
    Starling spat for what felt like the hundredth time. She absolutely hated this. This dumb power.

    Sure, it would be helpful to poison something, but at what cost? Her patience was very thin.

    She sat at a small puddle, glaring at it. Would it even be safe to drink if she’s constantly drooling? And even if it was, would she just poison it for everyone else?

    Wait… Maybe…

    She focused her concentration on the puddle and felt excitement rush through her paws as a small bubble of water rose from it.

    With a snap, she closed her jaws around it, swallowing.

    At least one of her powers was helpful.
    ~~~~~
    109 words babyyyyyy
    (I’m so bad at leveling them up lol)

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  • Pomme’s Level Up 1-2
    ~~~~~
    Pomme observed their paws as they flickered. It was… a bit strange.

    It was cool though! Maybe one day, Pomme could make themself invisible, just by thinking.

    But… Pomme couldn’t help but feel a bit… uneasy.

    They could turn invisible, which was cool. Also, Pomme swore their shadow moved, even when they were just sitting still.

    That was cool! Really cool! But…

    They couldn’t think of a way that helped their friends.

    Hiding was helpful, but it only helped Pomme. They wanted to help other cats.

    Maybe… Maybe if they got stronger. Then they could help their friends.

    They could help everybody.
    ~~~~~
    Oh, I don’t really like this one. Whatever 😛

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  • Dux level 3-4

    There were very few cats whose face Dux knew better than Pyr’s. Creepy as it sounded, Dux had spent a lot of time studying the ginger tom during the two years they had known him.
    They had searched every stripe for a weakness, something they could use to get free. Instead, all they’d found was a mask that hid anything that might be useful, if such things even existed. Pyr made up the walls of their cell, the unbreakable, unfeeling walls between Dux and freedom.
    In those two years, they had tried everything. Insults, blackmail, poison, playing for sympathy. Nothing had even made a dent. Dux could have easily escaped on their own, but then there was the matter of Shale. Dux had never made it out of the ally way that the cult frequented before Pyr had outsmarted them. Pyr watched the world like life was a competition, like Dux was just another pawn on his chess board.
    Two years of watching, and Dux had come to the conclusion that Pyr had very few emotions, and even fewer weaknesses. The only things that they had been able to glimpse through Pyr’s mask had been annoyance, contentment, and very rarely, anger.
    As far as weaknesses were concerned, the closest thing that Pyr had to one was the fact that he found kits annoying.
    Pyr was unstoppable, unbeatable, inescapable, and very very easy to hate.

    When the powers had arrived, Dux had thought that the ground was going to crumble beneath them. Powers were the one thing that Dux thought could maybe, just maybe, let them get ahead of Pyr for once. Maybe somehow they could have tipped the scales, and Dux could have saved Shale.

    But no, Dux had a stupid little breeze and Pyr had fire and plants and the ability to inflict pain.
    Once again, Pyr had won.
    Once again, Dux discovered that it was indeed possible to hate Pyr more than they already had.

    Pyr always won. Dux hated Pyr.
    Those two things had been constant for the majority of Dux’s life.
    Until now.

    Dux was watching Pyr, once again. They hardly recognized the cat they’d arrived with, because the wall was shattering. Pyr wasn’t winning anymore. In fact, he seemed to be losing to himself.
    They weren’t sure how they had missed the cracks. Maybe they were new. Maybe they had always been there. Regardless, Dux didn’t know what to make of it.
    Some part of Dux wanted to keep on hating Pyr. Another part demanded that they do so. Pyr hadn’t even tried to apologize to them yet, and even if he did, he couldn’t change what he had done. The scar on Shale’s face would never fade, and the band around Dux’s leg was never going to come off. Pyr couldn’t unsay his cruel words, couldn’t take back the two years of orders, couldn’t give back the lives of the cats that had died at Dux’s paws at his bidding. There were some things that just were never going to be forgiven.
    Mostly, when Dux looked at Pyr, they just wanted to look away.
    Dux’s life had been destroyed.
    At least Dux had always had Pyr to blame it on.

    Even Dux hated to watch Pyr crumble from the inside as the tom chased any last hope of salvation. That he wasn’t what Dux had always told him he was. That he wasn’t what the looks from the other cats said he was. That he had done something good with his powers, that he wasn’t useless, that he hadn’t ended up exactly like his parents, that he wasn’t the cat who he now saw in his memories.

    Dux looked away, pushing back the wave of sympathy. They summoned up their powers, watching the leaf spin up into the air.
    It wasn’t much, but it was enough. More than enough. It might not be the battle winner, or the show stopper, but it wasn’t going to turn Dux into someone they weren’t.

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    • This is so good!
      I love how well it expresses their relationship!

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  • Thorn, level up 2->3

    Thorn

    Thorn took in a deep breath, her heart was racing. She focused on an area of dirt a couple steps in front of her. She narrowed her eyes and waited.

    A small flower began to sprout in the dirt and she watched it. She dug her claws into the ground and a high burst of flame erupted from her paws.

    She took a step back, admiring the flame as it billowed back and forth in the breeze. She willed it to grow in size, and it followed her command. She spread her flames further away from her, extending it as far as she could go.

    It touched the flower she had just grown, and she watched it shrivel up in the fire. She relaxed, her power seeping back into her.

    She stared at the burnt crisp which had once been the flower. She felt numb to the tips of her claws. She had the power to create, but with it came the power to destroy.

    She sat back on her haunches and curled her tail around her paws, thinking. She had no clue what to do with this power. It was nothing like she had thought it would be. But now it was hers, and she was responsible for it.

    Again, she stood up, and braced herself. Then watched as flames grew in front of her, stretching as far as she could will them to.

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  • Rainbow Turtle That Waves Pride Flag 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈(Turtlepaw/ dapple 🐢🐢🐢) says:

    Fun fact! I sorta based Spotty’s old friend/mentor Bailey on Needletail. 🙂
    MothPool forever

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  • Willow Level Up – Level 3 to Level 4
    Chains.
    Prisons.
    Cages.
    Confinement.
    Traps.
    The words all seemed to capture Willow’s life perfectly, bottling up every emotion, every heartbeat, every word in a dark, impenetrable cage.
    Another cage.
    These words defined her life. They swirled around her, the riptides of the air, the riptides of her emotions. Clouds of confinement, pressing down on her, making her something she didn’t want to be.
    And she was always trying to escape.
    The unbreakable bonds. Oh, how she wanted to be rid of them. Just snap them, and leave everything behind. Leave behind the trail of blood and pain and ashes. Leave the horrid, dark things she’d done in her wake.
    But she couldn’t.
    How could she?
    Every time she managed to tear herself free, another trap descended.
    Flower and Spike following her.
    The powers.
    The death.
    No escape.
    Screams stifled.
    Blood dripping.
    Drip, drip, drip.
    No time.
    It was only a matter of time before she found herself wrapped in more vines, more confinement. Her powers were growing. The danger increasing. Spike and Flower getting stronger.
    Traps.
    Cage.
    Pleas.
    Tick-tock.
    There would never be an escape. There would never be a wake of pain – she was the wake. Every pawstep didn’t leave her agony – it just gave her more.
    Run.
    Flee.
    Chains.
    Nowhere to go.
    Hide.
    Trapped.
    When prey was cornered, it had several choices before it. It could run. It could freeze.
    Or it could fight.
    Willow always ran. She always freed from her problems, the terror keeping her paws moving instead of rooting them to the ground. Her first instinct was flight.
    But now she was backed in a corner, and she was out of choices.
    She couldn’t run. There was nowhere to go.
    Couldn’t freeze. She’d be shattered in an instant.
    There was only one option left. One way out.
    Fleeing.
    Lost.
    Gone.
    Found.
    She had to fight.
    Dripping wounds.
    Shattered hearts.
    Empty souls.
    She’d never fought her way out before. But it was her only choice.
    This time, she couldn’t find her way out of the cages. She’d have to let them strangle her. Face them head-on.
    She would fight Spike and Flower. She would fight the impending doom of the Tests.
    And maybe, just maybe, she would embrace her powers.
    They had uses. They could help her.
    It was a last resort, but she was backed in a corner that would ultimately lead to her death. Unless she didn’t take the easy way out.
    Tick.
    Tock.
    Tick.
    Tock.
    She could use them. Unleash them against the cages.
    Fleeing would not work this time. She would stand her ground.
    Unsheathed claws.
    Dripping blood.
    Fight.
    She would fight.
    It was her only chance.

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  • Shadow Level Up – Level 1 to Level 2
    Shadow didn’t really know what she felt.
    Scared? Lonely? Angry?
    It didn’t seem to matter, anyway.
    Any emotions she had would not help her escape this place, help her go back to Iseti.
    Why did she want to go back, anyway? So she could stand in the land where she had killed Shard, and feel the emptiness resonating from her heart?
    So she could go crazy with grief again?
    No.
    There was no point in going back to Iseti. No point reliving the pain.
    So what did she want?
    Not to be here.
    She didn’t want to be here, where powers daunted her pawsteps and a dark destiny hung over her head.
    Powers. Oh, yes, the powers. Did Shadow even deserve powers? She didn’t really know. She felt so emotionless towards them, as if they were just another burden dragging her down.
    What were they, really? Could they help her in any way?
    They couldn’t get Shard back. Couldn’t spare her the guilt she felt every day.
    Fire. Didn’t fire just destroy? Burn things?
    At least it wasn’t ice. Ice, which froze hearts, which made souls cold.
    But was fire really any better? It couldn’t burn away her pain.
    There was nature, too. That could be useful. She could create life or destroy it.
    But she didn’t want to.
    She didn’t really want to burn things, or grow them.
    She wanted to go home, and no fire or plant could do that. No flames could scorch her a path to somewhere she could be happy. No plants could grow her a destiny she wanted.
    She was stuck. Stuck with abilities that couldn’t help her.
    Should Shadow be grateful? Grateful she’d been gifted with such power?
    Maybe.
    But she wasn’t. It just made her feel even more alone. Fire, driving away happiness. Plants, growing a wall between herself and the world.
    In the end, they just made everything worse.

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  • Mouse Level Up – Level 3 to Level 4
    This was different.
    This was not the same as when Fog had been injured, the scarlet blood dripping from her wounds Mouse was unable to fix, hope still shining in her eyes.
    Something still shining in her eyes.
    Now, that tom’s eyes were forever lifeless, forever glassy, forever unable to save. Lost.
    Because of Mouse.
    This was not Fog, who had wounds that could heal.
    The tom was dead.
    Dead.
    Never to breathe again, speak again, live again – what had even been his name? She didn’t know.
    She would never know.
    No, this was not a wound that could simply be patched up and forgotten about. It was death, the ash of existence, the thing that crumbled dreams and happiness and turned it to dust.
    And it was Mouse’s fault.
    What was even the point of having a healing power if you couldn’t save everyone? If the claws of lifelessness still tore through you, still took away those that so desperately craved life.
    There was no point.
    Even the most skilled healer couldn’t stop it. Couldn’t reverse what had been done. Couldn’t stop the pain, the sorrow, the agony. Couldn’t heal the wounds inside.
    Mouse didn’t want to be here anymore. Couldn’t watch herself be unable to stop the inevitable.
    None of this would’ve happened if it weren’t for Ash. She was the one who, inadvertently, had set her on this path. Made her see death, destruction, utter hopelessness.
    It was Ash’s fault.
    All of it.
    Mouse may not be able to heal – but that didn’t mean she couldn’t cause pain.
    Her power may still be useful after all. It wasn’t how she wanted it to be used, but there wasn’t much choice, was there? Ash had set her on this path. Now, she was going to get her off of it.
    Mouse’s time in the light was done. Now it was time to walk in the shadows.

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  • Spotty’s level up, level two to three.
    WARNING: EMOTIONAL AND PHYSICAL ABUSE AHEAD! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
    Spotty paced around in xyr room. Was xe ready for this?
    After months of questioning xyr gender, of trying out different gender labels, different pronouns, Spotty finally knew the gender xe felt most comfortable with!
    Xe was non-binary, and xe was so happy xe had at last found a gender xe was happy with.
    Spotty knew this was who xe was… but would xyr parents be accepting?
    Xe had actually known xe was non-binary for a few weeks now, but now xe really felt xe was ready to come out.

    Spotty took a deep breath, and walked out of xyr room.
    Xyr parents were in the living room. Their names were Kink and Scarred, but Spotty just called them Mom and Dad.
    “Mom? Dad? I have something I’d really like to share with you. It might be a little surprising, but whatever happens, I know you’ll accept me.” Spotty mewed.

    “Of course, son. Whatever you need to say, we’ll listen.” meowed Kink.

    “Go on,” urged Scarred.
    Spotty cringed at being called son.
    Xe wasn’t a tom! But xyr parents would know that very, very soon.

    Spotty mewed, “I’ve never really felt totally comfortable with the gender label male. It’s always made me a little uncomfortable, in fact.
    “So I realized recently- within the last couple of months- that I WASN’T a tom. So I started trying out new gender roles, figuring out what made me comfortable, and what didn’t.
    “I realized a few weeks ago that I am non-binary! That simply means I don’t identify as male or female. I’d really, REALLY, appreciate it if you used xe and xem pronouns for me from now on!
    “That’s all. Thanks for listening.” finished Spotty.
    Spotty waited to see what xyr parents would say.
    Kink shook her head. “No. You can’t just change your gender like that! You were born a tom, you ARE a tom!”
    Scarred said, “I’m disappointed in you, Spotty. Until you accept that you aren’t this non-binary nonsense, you won’t leave the house!”
    Spotty blinked. “But… this is who I am. Also, I’m pretty sure I know my gender better than you do!”
    Fast as lightning, Scarred clawed Spotty’s ear.
    “That… that hurt!” meowed Spotty, who was now actually feeling pretty scared.
    Kink snarled, “And there’ll be a lot more coming if you don’t just accept you’re a tom!”
    Spotty shakily mewed, “I don’t know you two anymore.”
    Xe ran to xyr room before Kink or Scarred could stop xem.
    How could coming out turn out so wrong?
    One thing was for sure, though: Spotty was NOT a tom. Even if xyr parents wouldn’t accept xem, at least xe accepted xemself.
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    Ok, that was 443 words, I only needed one hundred to make this count. 😛
    Star Wars is awesome

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  • Minnow Level Up 3-4
    [WARNING: CONTAINS VERBAL ABUSE AND SELF HARM]
    Minnow was no longer herself. Vengeance had took over her body, like a storm cloud that would never go away.
    She was just a shadow of her old self, a shadow of the energetic, fun Minnow.
    Sudden thoughts struck her mind.
    “Oh, Minnow. We don’t have space for you to sleep in here tonight. Sleep outside.”
    “What, do you think we would hunt for you?”
    “Oh, really? Then explain how this rat of a daughter got so tangled up.”
    “You’re no longer my daughter! I hate you! Just give up, you dumb excuse of a cat!”
    No.
    No.
    No!
    Don’t remember it now.
    Minnow flattened her ears. Before she knew it, her jaws were wide, and she was shrieking.
    It spilled out.
    Sparks flickered at her paws.
    She felt something wrap around her.
    It was…..electricity. No, the electricity.
    She felt……Trapped.
    Cold.
    Suddenly, she realized her heart had near-stopped, and it was begging for another scream to be freed.
    Reluctantly, Minnow freed it.
    Vengeance…….that is me now.
    And she enjoyed it.
    She enjoyed the loneliness of a world where she was alone.
    Without anyone.
    Her soul was tainted.
    Poisoned.
    And she knew it.
    Yet she wanted it.
    Her memories.
    Her blood rushed.
    She, for the first time, welcomed them, wanted them.
    So that in the end, she could destroy her family
    She couldn’t find the crack in her heart, but she didn’t want to. It was useless. Her heart stopped beating for a moment, and her breath stopped. What am I thinking? What am I doing? What am I-
    Then she unsheathed her claws.
    She could hold it in any more.
    Agony shot through her.
    She lashed out at herself, feeling blood drip into her eyes. She saw nothing but crimson.
    Then she felt her heart spilt and her vision went black.
    And not even the strongest shield, nor the most powerful healing power, can protect or heal a broken heart.

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    • (This may be a duplicate. Also I hate it when I must torture my characters like this 😛 Minnow kind of felt neutral about her powers so I just made her see the negative side. 😛 )

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  • Minnow Level Up 4-5
    Mod edit: this level-up contains mentions of self-harm. Please read at your discretion.
    Minnow took a deep breath.
    Then she thought, and thought some more.
    Then, finally, she unsheathed her claws.
    For a moment she was afraid, afraid that she was going to strike herself again. Afraid that her claws had, for a moment, turned into her mother’s.
    And she did. She reached for her flank, as far as her paw went.
    Then she sliced it.
    Blood spilled out, but she relaxed. She felt no pain. Instead, she felt…..contentment. Content with her powers. And relief that she hadn’t feared she was turning into her mother and father.
    Then she thought of her past.
    She expected to feel her heart pound and her breathing become shallow like it always did, but to her surprise, it didn’t. Not anymore.
    Then she thought again, this time about Mistle. Mistle was the only close friend she’d made so far, yet….she felt like she had made a million more. Minnow knew she’d failed a million times, and this was a cat who would accept her and embrace her mistakes, her failures.
    Then, she felt electricity wrap around her again. But this time, she didn’t feel trapped. But instead she felt…protected.
    A rush of emotions went through her, and she knew that, together, she and her friends could overcome anything together. And she would fight any cat that hurt them.
    She had made that promise long ago.
    With electricity and healing powers, she could heal them till they were strong. Her electricity would help her fight. She knew now. If Minnow was honest with herself, she longed to stay here.
    This was where she truly belonged. She had found her true home.
    As she scraped her claws on earth, conquering her every urge for vengeance, her every negative thought, in one scrape of her claw, she closed her eyes, and, to whoever was listening, she silently whispered, Thank you.
    At last, Minnow was at peace with her powers.

    ———
    This seems so hecking rushed-

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  • Swallow: Level up 1-2
    Swallow gazed at the stars, sighing. “Powers.” Swallow looked down at her paws as they flickered. She jumped, even though she knew it would happen. “Stupid powers.”
    A taunting voice, a familiar voice whispered into her ear. “What use will you be if you can’t even look at your powers?”
    Swallow unsheathed her claws. I don’t want shadow powers. She looked in a glistening puddle next to her. Do I?
    “Ha!” the voice continued. “Powers shouldn’t be wasted on you!”
    Swallow bit her lip. She glanced in her reflection again, then looked away. She put her head on her paws, and looked at her shadow. It moved slightly, and Swallow sighed.
    Powers.
    Stupid powers.

    114 word yeet

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