mallow's rambles

[mallowstorm]

i've been meaning to sit down and write lately. and i completely forgot to plan my nanowrimo project and i don't really feel like stumbling into it blind again. i get nowhere. so instead i'm going be doing ailuronymy writing challenges and sparrow's november writing prompts. 

stay tuned!

[mallowstorm]

masterpost of my writings, and prompts
there probably won't be any order to this, but just because i like things ordered. 


my writings


list of prompts
this is gonna get long. oh well, it'll be good for me!

[mallowstorm]

(warning for cursing)

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suffix origins: -pool
Marshclan, many moons ago ...

"Willowstar," Hollywhisker said quietly as they ducked into the gloom of the birthing den, catching the eye of big, pale grey molly who glowered at them as a way of greeting. Hollywhisker froze as one of the small wriggling bundles tucked against their leader's belly let out a small sound. But the kit just kicked out at one of their siblings and settled back down to sleep.

"What?" the scarred dark grey molly asked, though the gruffness of her voice was diminished by the way she was looking at the six kits in absolute adoration. It wasn't a get the fuck out before I cut your ears and make you wished you'd chased a fox, so Hollywhisker slipped into the den. For someone who was a notably graceful hunter, they suddenly felt very clumsy and unsure. "You did come here for a reason, didn't you? Believe me, Hollywhisker, you're good. You can handle patrol duties for a few days while I recover from giving birth."

"Y-yes, I came for a reason," Hollywhisker said, cheeks feeling hot beneath their fur as they ducked their head at the compliment. "My apprentice. Loonpaw. Ne's almost ready for nir warrior name, now."

"Well, I'm sure another few days won't hurt nem before I can get back on my feet and leave the kits for a bit."

"I wanted to discuss nir suffix with you, if you have the time."

"If you're quiet about it, you can stay - but sit down, already."

Hollywhisker decided that was a pretty good idea and settled themself, curling their tail over their white paws. "Hm," they said, tail tip flickering as they gathered their thoughts. Willowstar dropped her head onto the soft nest and made herself comfortable. "You've heard Loonpaw's stories, haven't you, leader of mine?"

Willowstar barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the title of endearment. "Of course," she smiled a little with the tiniest of purrs that rumbled around the small den anyways despite her efforts. "Ne has quite a way with words. That story with the dogs almost me wary of stepping foot out of camp during the night of Scova's blink. Why?"

Hollywhisker took a deep breath. This was what they had came for. "Storytelling," they said, a little uncertain. Willowstar raised her eyebrow-whiskers in encouragement, they had piqued her interest. "It's how we keep our clan alive isn't it? Every generation of cats. Your kits, they'll learn our history and our stories, our traditions, by stories the way we did and our parents before us and theirs before them. We even have a rank dedicated to remembering the past -"

"You're ramblin' again." The scarred molly sounded amused.

"Oh. Well. See. I can't help thinking. There's a suffix for healers and one for seers. Maybe, there should be one for storytelling, too. It's an important skill, being able to tell a story and make sure it lasts. Just as important I'd say, as being a good hunter, or being good with kits," they nodded at Willowstar herself. "Or being calm in a crisis. Or -"

"I get it, take a breath, would ya?" Willowstar said, though there was a hint of warm affection to her words towards her old friend. She was quiet for a long moment, eyes settling down on her litter. Hollywhisker sat straight and quiet as she licked a dark brown ball of fur and waited. "Risking the possibility of settin' you off on another ramble - what would suggest for this suffix? -Tongue?"

Hollywhisker tilted their head a little as they considered it, and then shook it. "No. I was thinking, maybe, -pool?"

"-Pool?"

"Yes. We go the shadow pool as a leader when we wish to remember one of our nine tails. And - the way the leader's say it - it's like being told a story. And pools themselves. Well. Most of them here, they're full of life - but some of them are stagnant. Not everyone can craft a story so real it feels as if it's happening, right there. Those hunting pools, they're important to how we stay alive, the food they offer -"

"Alright, alright. Shut your mouse hole, already." Hollywhisker focused back in on Willowstar's yellow eyes. "I like it. Been awhile, since we had a new suffix. Fetch nem for me, please. Be quick, while the kits are still asleep. Can't hear myself think over their damn squeakin'," she said, purring as she licked another ball of fluff.

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"- I see your skills in story telling and so I, by the blessing of the Muloil, give your warrior name: Loonpool, the first of your suffix, in honour of the shadow pool you will you cross one day and recall this life so that it may help you lead our clan."

"Loonpool! Loonpool! Loonpool!"

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night of Scova's blink - the new moon