Anybody may write a paragraph at any time with no asking whatsoever as long as the last heading on the page says “Open”[]
This is a collaborative story written during the months of November and December by members of BlogClan! Anyone is free to sign up to contribute.
Rules[]
- Each person writes a paragraph of the story. Please get it done quickly so that we can write this by the deadline!
- If there is no paragraph in progress, feel free to go and write your own.
- If a paragraph is in progress for too long, I'll invite somebody to complete it.
- You can write more than one paragraph, but you can’t write two in a row.
- If there are people who have been waiting to write a paragraph, try to give them a turn.
- There is no set storyline, but try to follow off of what the last person wrote.
- When you are done with your paragraph, please add another heading that says 'Open' underneath.
- Any paragraph that's written on December 20th or later must begin to resolve the conflict. The paragraphs will close on January 10th and I’ll write the final one on the 11th (but probably not because lazy)
That was probably very confusing. Now, let's start!
Willowlight[]
Night had fallen and a thousand tiny stars now coated the sky. BlogClan’s cats killed around underneath them, collecting prey and sharing news. They were everywhere, dozens of cats living hungrily in one place, which made it difficult not to argue. The bad-temper spread like an illness. Today, it had even infected Jayfrost and Cakestar, who were quarreling in the Cakerock over hunting patrols and the prey supply. Whispers of the argument spread through camp, and a small crowd had gathered to pretend not to Ben watching them.
Stoatpaw[]
At first, the cats were gazing at the argument between Jayfrost and Cakestar, a few immature cats snickering softly, out but eventually the sea of multicolored eyes turned around as some of their own began to argue. Some of the crowd backed away slowly, then dashed to the nearest empty den. The night sky was serene, but not the temper of the Clan.
Winterwhisper[]
Hunger wasn’t a negotiable enemy. It struck whenever it wanted to, usually syncing with the first winds of winter. It hurt cats most during winter. Frost and starvation don’t mix well.
A few weeks in, the true reality started to hit. Blossoming like a plague, Cakestar and Jayfrost held an argument in the Cakerock, sharp voices darting back and forth. Cats gathered, their hunger leading to want, need, and they could only worship their leader as if they held the answer. The pressure was thick.
Cakestar and Jayfrost argued, and cats followed their lead, and soon enough a camp was inhabited by dozens of snarling faces.