June Gathering: It’s here!

Rainie here to announce that the gathering is upon us! Get ready for a weekend of fun!

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(Scroll for the writing and art contests details below)

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Omnipotent Orcas

Art by Moonbreeze!

Conquer those games, Orcas!

Cantankerous Clownfish

Art by Rosesong!

Fingers crossed for a Clownfish victory!

Dignified Dolphins

Art by Moonspirit!

Dive into a triumph, Dolphins!

Heroic Hermit Crabs

i drew this one lol

YOOOO LET’S GO HERMIT CRABS!!!

Contests

Contests are officially due at 4pm on Sunday! Try to get them in on time, but it’s okay if you need like an extra hour or two since it’s just me and Cheetah judging, we’ll understand.

Writing Contest Prompt

Some twolegs seem to have abandoned a mysterious ship in the area…

(I hope this is good enough? You could write a huge cruise ship, a cargo ship, a small ship, ships that weren’t actually abandoned and took off with the cats, etc.)

  • We are making an exception to the no fanfiction rule!
  • Writing contest submissions can be posted in a comment on this post
  • Keep it blog friendly! Try to centre it around cats if possible as well
  • Word Count: however much you can fit in two comments maximum (not a hard cap – if you need a little more go right ahead)

Art Contest Prompt:

The ocean! Cats on the beach, on a ship, underwater, anything you like!

Submit your art on this page over here! Please NOT ON THIS POST! (if you did it by accident just also put it on my secret page because I won’t be looking for art here)

If you can’t submit it through the blog, or just if it’s easier for you, you can DM me your piece on Instagram (@rainywildflowers) or on Discord (minnie#5361), or you can email me (rainywildflowers@gmail.com).

okay that’s it!! have fun! good luck to everyone (but especially the hermit crabs heheheheh)

Rainshine 🌸 Rainie

50 comments

  • WRITING CONTEST ENTRY
    FINDING HOME— PART 2
    By Fallowheart

    Lightwillow turned back to the sea, watching the sun rise into the sky. Her heart ached as she gazed out at the endless sea. The scenery might have been beautiful, but she longed for the comfort of home. She closed her eyes, breathing in the strange, salty air when she heard a quiet cough behind her.
    “Hey, Cap,” she murmured.
    The scrappy brown tabby tom gave her a lopsided smile. “What’s on your mind, Lightwillow?”
    Lightwillow shook her head, the wooden boards creaking underneath her paws as a small wave gently rocked the boat. Back in the Clans, the ground never moved. It was steady. Secure. She missed it with each passing day. “Oh, nothing.”
    Captain raised one eyebrow. “You’re a terrible liar,” he mewed dryly.
    Lightwillow let out a short laugh in spite of herself. “I’ve just been thinking about home more often these days,” she admitted. “It’s been so long.”
    Captain nodded in understanding. “I know. But we’re close, I can feel it.”
    A soft breeze ruffled Lightwillow’s pelt. “You think so?”

  • WRITING CONTEST ENTRY
    FINDING HOME— PART 3
    By Fallowheart

    Captain looked out, as if he was seeing something wonderful. His amber eyes were filled with hope. “I know so. Look.”
    Lightwillow followed his gaze, her breath catching in her throat. “Darkcloud!” she cried. “Marigoldpaw! Cinderpaw! Rabbitpaw! Come quick!”
    Her family scampered to her side.
    “What? Is something wrong?” Cinderpaw fretted.
    Lightwillow was so overwhelmed with joy that she could hardly find the right words. “No… no! Quite the opposite. Look over there!”
    In the distance, a coastline came into view. It might have seemed like any ordinary coastline, but Lightwillow saw it differently. It might have been close to a year, but she had memorized every valley dip, tree, slope, and curve of her home. She knew it better than her own shadow. And she knew—she knew—that the coastline was no ordinary coastline.
    It was her home.
    Lightwillow gathered her kits closer to her side and intertwined her tail with Darkcloud’s. “Finally,” she whispered. “We’re going home!”

  • Contest Entry– A Windy Welcome

    ~Before~
    The cold bars of the cage bit into her paws. No matter where she shifted, she couldn’t get comfortable. The twolegs had left what felt like moons ago. All she knew now was the whimpers of terrified cats. The scent of salt and fear. Blood and tears.

    Rain had come. Attacking the ship, mercilessly beating down upon it. The ship had given in, it had cracked the night before. Now, water flooded the bottom, drizzled in the top.

    Her paws slid now, unable to find purchase on the slick ground she’d been forced to call home. The cage was sent careening across the room with the most recent shift of the ship and it slammed into a wooden wall with a crash. Splinters burrowed into her paw pads as the bars of her prison swung open. Bent and torn. They could’ve been her.

    The noise from other cats had died off when the water came. She’d been ‘lucky’ in a way, on top of the stack as opposed to pinned to the bottom like most of the others. Another wave of water came surging in, sending icy prickles across the parts of her unlucky enough to get drenched. A shiver wracked her small body.

    Help, help, help– the words had been a relentless melody pounding in her mind. She forced her aching bones into motion, ignoring the cold that seemed to have sunken into her bones. Bones that seemed very brittle now. Her claws dug into the softening wood as she climbed for a shaft of light that flashed through the fog of mist that’d settled across the ship. One paw, then another. She moved. Movement meant life, life was what she had to focus on.

    (p. 1)

  • Broken glass marked the remnants of a window, she peered through the hole, careful not to let her rain-slickened fur catch on the pieces. Waves sloshed across the remnants of the ship, beating at a large crack on it’s side. Pieces of wood drifted through them, pieces of what little remained.

    Lightning gleamed and thunder shook, knocking her off her precarious perch and sending her falling into the waves below.

    ~Now~
    Broken.
    Drowning.
    Falling.
    Falling.
    Down.
    Into the waves below.
    They swallowed her whole.
    Tumbling, terrifying waves.
    White crests capped the tops of stormy, grey water. Hollypaw cried out. And out. And out. No answer but the awful cracking coming from the ship, almost like it was screaming too. She couldn’t piece coherent thoughts together. All she knew was the wind. The waves. The ship. The pain. A cacophony of sound surrounded her as she was tossed throughout the ocean. The ocean of her thoughts and the ocean of ice. Both terrified her as she sank into their depths.

    No, no, no. Life, you have to focus on life. Hollypaw wasn’t sure if a life like this was one worth living. Claws hooked into her sodden, heavy coat, the pain a welcome bite. It reminded her she was still here.

    “It’ll be okay,” a voice whispered as she was pulled from the trenches.
    (p.2)

  • ~Later~
    “Where am I?” Hollypaw managed to whisper, voice hoarse from salty screams.
    “We are the Hermit Crabs,” said a voice that felt achingly familiar, “And you are here with our Clan.”
    “You saved me,” she rasped.
    “Of course we did,” came the voice again. Her eyes flickered open and she was met with the welcome sight of other cats.
    “Your ship happened to crash the same day as we were having a Gathering with the other Clans. We were the best choice to rescue you as we are so obviously the superior Clan.”
    “Of course,” she agreed readily.

    ~Present Day~
    “And this is the story of how we won the Gathering that year,” Dewberry finished softly to the young kits settled around her.
    “You were right,” exclaimed Mistkit, “We are the best Clan.” Dewberry purred and nodded in agreement.
    “This story proves it.” She said decisively, cream tail curling around them as her cloudy grey eyes closed for a nap. Hollypaw had been her closest friend all those moons ago, and now that she was gone, this story was all she had to keep her alive.
    (p.3)
    (SO SORRY IT’S LATE)

  • Writing Contest Entry- Water

    The half frozen cage bars imprisoned her. No matter how much she tried, she couldn’t get out. She longed to be outside this cage, with tons of food. When had she eaten food anyway? She sighed. When were her housefolk going to let her out? Or at least feed her?
    Suddenly, as if she was there all along, a cat walked up to her prison cell. Seconds later, she was free and a young cat was staring right at her. “Who in the world are you?” She meowed weakly. “A cat part of Cantankerous Clownfish.” She meowed. “Come with me.” She jumped of the edge of the ship. She followed the cat and jumped. As soon as she jumped, the other cat placed something on her back and attached it to her mouth. The other cat had one on too. They fell into the water.

    “Are you alright?” A voice meowed. She woke up seeing a familiar face and a lot of other faces. “Fine….” She meowed softly. She realized she was underwater. A new face meowed. “Your awake and somehow not sinking to the ocean floor. That’s better. Swim. You look like your starving.” The cat twitched her tail and led her to where there was tons of fish species swimming (no clownfish are going to be eaten). “Eat.” The cat near her meowed. Finally, she thought. A place called home.

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    I’m sorry I’m so late! Could you please use this?