Private The Farm Backwritten The time flies and we're flowin' free~

[Chickenscratch]

My broken wings dream of the sky
and they'll never be able to fly,​

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CHICKENSCRATCH, She/Her / 50 moons / Future Skyclan Warrior
Long hair Amber 'blue' molly with flame point / short hair cream tabby chimera with golden eyes
Daughter of HOOT, Sibling of OWL(BEAR)
Super chill and a good listener, tends to look on the bright side wherever possible (maybe even a bit too much), almost always gives other cats silly nicknames so prepare yourself
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A regular occurrence around the barn was the older cats gathering up the youngsters and telling stories! Chickenscratch was wanting to do so at this moment, though she much preferred how her father Hoot had done it— he had a certain level of whimsy to how he did it and a glimmer in his eyes seeing the reactions of those that were attentive to him. It was truly amazing! She could only wish that she was that good!

So, today, after others had gone about some of their daily business, Chickenscratch had brought up story-time, drawing the attention of several younger cats, and even a few older ones and some closer to her age— maybe some around her dad's age too! It was a small group so far, which suited Chickenscratch just fine. She was decent enough at this sort of thing in her mind, but again she always thought her father was better at it.

Ultimately wouldn't stop her though! "Alrighty darlin's, what kinda story would y'all like t'hear? Anyone have an idea in mind?" She looked around those that had gathered, and one in particular seemed eager to offer something to start with...

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Only if we never try...
On my

LOOOOOOOVE

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[Comettail]

Well I'm still here...
They can't tell me who to be... Cuz I'm not what they see—​

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COMET(TAIL), He/Him / 6 moons / Barn Cat (Future Windclan Apprentice)
Short fur black self tom with low white and fluffy tail + ginger somatic mutation in tail, bright yellow eyes
Son of ASTRO and NEBULA, Sibling to TWINKLE(TUFT), & ECLIPSE(SHADE)
Doesn't typically sit still, Quick on his paws and with his wits, Mischievous and a bit of a prankster but not unkind
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Comet scurried down from his perch further up the barn and went over to the group that miss Chickenscratch had been amassing. "Ooh, ooh, I like stories, my parents always got to tell really amazing ones!" He eagerly twirled and almost flopped over a bundle of hay. "Can I give you an idea, miss Chickenscrach?" The older cat didn't seem to mind, and looked like she was awaiting his input.

"Okay, uhrrrm..." Comet mused, finding a comfortable spot to sit down and loaf with the group. "What if.. What if it's a story about a twoleg place— but— but there's no twolegs in it, it's just got cats in it. It's like. Normal, but not normal. Uhhhm. What if there's a mystery in this twoleg place full of cats? Like, there's ghosts! And the ghosts have weird powers, and only some of the cats can see those ghosts? Maybe the ghosts follow the cats that can see them, and some of the ghosts don't like each other! Or maybe there's something sinister lurking in the dark that makes them not like each other? Uhhmm. Maybe it's the job of the cats that can see them to fix everything? Just a bizarre adventure, that'd be kinda fun!" Comet purred, happy with his suggestion. It was as he said, quite bizarre.

He wouldn't be offended if the suggestion wasn't liked, if it got someone else to think of an idea that was better suited for miss Chickenscratch's style of storytelling then Comet would consider this a win.

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Yeah the world is still sleepin' when I keep on dreamin' for me,
And their words are just whispers and lies that I'll never believe!​

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