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[Highsnow of Matterhorn]

Story 1
Alpinepaw was hunting a white duck in Sunkissed Creek. The duck flew headfirst into the creek and quacked underwater. She thought, "What is going on here? Did that duck quack underwater?" The duck bounced up and down in the water after it emerged. Alpinepaw was wading through the cool water until she got close enough to the waterfowl. The duck immediately turned around to face her and charged. She shouted while trying to run in the shoulder-deep water, "AAAAAHHHHH! Why are you charging?!" It caught up to her, stretched its neck, and bit her nose. The young scared cat jumped high into the air and landed with a large splash, frightening the duck. It flapped its wings and flew off. Alpinepaw sighed in relief and looked on.

Story 2
Chasmkit slept on a walnut tree in the Clearing. A walnut dropped onto her head and rolled onto the ground. She woke up. Alpinepaw was walking nearby. Alpinepaw noticed the fallen walnut and looked up into the tree. Chasmkit and Alpinepaw saw each other. The kit spoke, "Hello, my name is Chasmkitpawwarrior! I mean...Chasmkit! What is your name?" Alpinepaw shyly replied while her tail swished a few times, "I'm Alpinepaw, Chasmkit." "How are you, Alpinepaw?" The lean and tall kit uttered. The apprentice meowed, "I am fine." She silently thought, "How did Chasmkit get up that high?" Chasmkit was 1000 meters high and fell. Actually, she was about 2 meters up the tree. The branch Chasmkit was on suddenly broke as it was fractured. As the kit and branch fell, Alpinepaw got out of the way.

Boom! Fortunately, Chasmkit was unscathed. Alpinepaw asked without thinking, "Are you okay?!" Several seconds passed until Chasmkit spoke, "Yep, I'm okay. Strangely, it was stable enough for me to sit down on." Alpinepaw realized that she spoke without thinking. The pair was a bit shocked about what just happened.

[Highsnow of Matterhorn]

Story
Chasmkit flew across the clear blue sky and she suddenly died. Her body fell from a great height and landed in a huge river. The poor kit's body drifted along the river and scavengers ate all of it in several days. Her bones winded up in the ocean, never to be seen again.

Meanwhile, Chasmkit's spirit 'woke up' at the border of StarClan and Dark Forest. She was wide-eyed at what she saw. There were two lines of trees, one on each side. Chasmkit noticed she was on StarClan's side. She stood up and walked to the Dark Forest line of trees. Strangely, she did not teleport to somewhere in StarClan territory.

Chasmkit thought as she looked up at one of the trees, "Am I in Starclan now? Before this, I remember that I was flying above Thunderclan's territory." A Dark Forest cat was watching her from the very same tree that she looked at. Their name also started with Chasm. Chasmkit noticed that there was a cat nearby. She called out, "Hello! I know you're there. Come out, please!" The DF cat jumped down and somehow landed on their face. They quickly got up and said, "Why hello there? What's a kit like you doing out here at the borders?" Chasmkit looked up at them and calmly responded, "Oh, hello! I just appeared here not too long ago." The older cat started to circle her slowly. They voiced, "Pleased to meet ya. The name's Chasmmine. Strange name, huh?" They continued speaking. "Anyways, I'm guessing your name also starts with Chasm. Am I right?"

Chasmkit almost jumped out of her fur since Chasmmine was correct. She nodded. Chasmmine sat down and meowed, "So...You're Chasmkit? You look a bit small for an apprentice, but you look the right size for an older kit." They began to lick their paw before asking, "Chasmkit, do ya want to know where we are?" She eagerly nodded. "Okay! We are at the Dark Forest - Starclan border. Over there is.....well...belong to either Dark Forest or Starclan." They meowed. They didn't want to scare the older kit. Chasmmine was thinking of tricking the kit through deception.

Chasmkit tilted her head and wanted Chasmmine to continue. She mewed, "Are you not from Starclan? Sorry, I noticed earlier that I was in Starclan territory." "Deep breaths, Chasmmine. Don't worry about it." They said. This made Chasmkit a bit weary of them. "What? I'm tryin' to calm myself down. Just. Forget about what I said just before, alright kiddo?"


The End

[Willowfern]

It was a gorgeous autumn morning in Norfolk, Virginia, but a certain angel wasn’t entirely aware of that fact.
Zephiel sat hunched over his ancient Windows 95, doing whatever it was he did for work. It seemed, to a certain outsider looking in, that he did a lot of clacking away at that keyboard, but nothing much ever came of it.
That certain outsider was, of course, a certain demon.
Roxiflr was aware of how nice the morning was, and he was so aware of it that he had subconsciously made it his mission that day to make Zephiel aware of it.
There was a low hiss, similar to that of a cat’s, and the demon appeared at the top of the stairwell on the third floor of the office building. He walked down the drab hallway, with its maroon and beige-colored carpets that hadn’t been cleaned properly since the nineties, and he pushed open the third door on the right without any sort of prelude.
“Morning, Zeph,” Roxiflr chimed, throwing himself into the office chair opposite his friend’s mahogany desk. Zephiel glanced up at him through his pince-nez, held up his finger to signal that he needed a moment, went back to typing, finished, and looked back up again all in less than thirty seconds.
“Good morning, Roxiflr,” Zephiel said dryly, his voice lacking enthusiasm or any inflection whatsoever, “What brings you here this morning? You usually come to pester me later in the day.”
“Oh, Zeph, you do have such a way with words. You charm my socks off every time you open your mouth,” Roxiflr teased, batting his eyelashes playfully as he crouched on the chair, balancing on the balls of his feet, “Since you asked me so kindly, I’ll tell you exactly why I’m breaking tradition, eh? I think it’s high time we got you some exposure to the outside world again, so, I’ve made a plan.”
“Which is?” Zephiel asked dubiously, arching a brow.
“There’s a little art festival happening at that park nearby. I was thinking I could drag you along with me to check it out- kicking and screaming, of course, knowing how loud and outwardly emotional you are- and, afterwards, we could get brunch,” Roxiflr shrugged, leaning back in the chair, his feet propped up on the desk, “What do you say, good plan, huh? I’m bored out of my mind, you’d be doing yourself a favor if you say yes. Otherwise, I’ll just hang around here and pester you further, and I know how much you like that,” Roxiflr grinned, his orange cat eyes glittering with mischief and amusement.
Zephiel looked at him impassively, and Roxiflr couldn’t tell whether he was considering it or wondering how he was going to surprise him enough to throw him out the window- not that Zephiel ever had. Zephiel had never done anything more than give Roxiflr the occasional withering glare. For a friendship between two complete opposites, theirs was rather amiable.
“…fine,” Zephiel said slowly, drawing out the first syllable, as if he were giving himself the opportunity to eat his words if he suddenly decided to change his mind, “That doesn’t sound like it would be the worst thing in the world,” He conceded, his hand drifting to his mouse as he set to work shutting down his computer in preparation for being out-of-office.
“Really?” Roxiflr asked, trying to smother his excitement, schooling his expression into a more neutral one, “Great! Let’s go!” He popped up out of his chair, pacing around a bit as he waited for Zephiel to so slowly move to follow him. Roxiflr was not a very patient person, he never had been. It was partially why he’d Fallen, but that wasn’t something he thought about. It was actually something he blatantly avoided thinking about.
Once Zephiel finally came out from behind the desk, the demon grabbed him by the elbow and herded him down the stairs and past the secretary, who, for maybe the hundredth time in her career, realized that she hadn’t once seen Roxiflr go up the stairs, though he went down them quite often, and always in the company of the building’s grumpiest accountant.
Once they were out on the sidewalk, Roxiflr halted in his ushering, letting go of the angel’s elbow and watching quietly as he smoothed out the crease on his brown coat and readjusted his glasses on his nose, his usual flat, nigh-emotionless expression returning from the surprised one it had been all the way down from his office.
“I still don’t see how you get away with wearing the same thing every day,” Roxiflr chuckled, his eyes flicking over his companion’s signature outfit that included the brown coat, a yellow turtleneck, and black pants, “Reminds me of a cartoon character.”
Zephiel let out a small huff through his nose as he fell into step beside Roxiflr, his thumbs hooked over his belt loops,
“I simply don’t see the point in changing clothes when I don’t have to,” Zephiel shrugged, his own eyes surveying Roxiflr’s outfit, “It at least saves me from the hit-or-miss nature of your own attire,” He said with the slightest hint of a smirk dimpling the right side of his face.
Roxiflr, in turn, let out a huff of his own, feigning indignation,
“Wow! I’ll have you know that I look incredible,” Roxiflr said, putting his hands on the lapels of his red jacket, running his thumbs over the buttons, “You call it hit-or-miss, I call it good days and even better days,” He winked playfully, running his fingers through his goatee for a moment, “Besides, I don’t take fashion advice from the man who looks like a pencil.”
“You’ve used that one at least a hundred times in the past decade, I think it’s about time you retired that insult, Roxi,” Zephiel said, rolling his eyes.
“I’ll retire the insult when you retire the turtleneck, my friend,” Roxiflr needled back, “Until then, you can get used to hearing it. You’re welcome.”
“Oh, you’re just absolutely terrible, aren’t you?” Zephiel scoffed in amusement, “My fragile ego won’t be able to stand another of your scathing recycled insults, Roxi.
“Gosh, what a drama queen. Really, Zephiel, I don’t know how anyone stands your dramatics, you’re just so over-animated!”
“I’ll have you know that I’m perfectly palatable.”
“Yeah, about as palatable as a plate of drywall.”
“I’m not going to ask how you know what drywall tastes like.”
“You know as well as I do that I’m just inferencing,” Roxiflr snorted.
“Sure.”
“Oh, come on.”

[Highsnow of Matterhorn]

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