Welcome to week 2! Did you all have a safe journey to the resort? Great news! But now that you're here, it's time to have some fun.
As always; every week we'll post a new prompt, and you can choose to write or draw about your cats participating in the various events offered at the resort! Share your work with us by joining our Discord, or sharing it on Tumblr and @'ing us!
(yes I know I'm a day early, shhh)
Week 2: (August 10 - 16) Daytime Fun! The Tropical resort has all kind of activities, sports, entertainment, pools and beaches nearby! What kind of daytime fun are your cats participating in? Are they making sandcastles or sunbathing? Are they scubadiving in the ocean to see all the cool reefs? Are they oogling the tropical wildlife surrounding them? Are they playing sports with other cats? Or are they more likely to sit around in the shade near an AC unit and eating ice cream? Write or draw about your cats hanging out in the tropics!
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Ghoststar and Frozenpelt take Shadowpaw on border patrol.
"UGHHHH, is this really a warrior's duties or are you just making me do stupid stuff??"
"Yes it is, Shadowpaw." Ghoststar grumbled, glancing back as his annoyed apprentice sharpened his claws against a tree. "Border patrols are one of the most important warrior duties, right next to feeding the clan."
"But no other clans live here!!" Shadowpaw whined, dragging long, dramatic lines into the bark. "What's the point in keeping up borders when there's nobody to fight?"
Ghoststar's ears pinned back and he opened his mouth, but Frozenpelt spoke first, trying to smile as his tail twitched incessantly. "Fighting other cats isn't why we keep our borders marked. Do you know what would happen if we didn't patrol around the territory?"
Shadowpaw huffed, plopping into a sit and batting at the fallen leaves. "We'd have a lot less to do?"
"Other creatures would move in, we may not be able to help cats in need, and we would miss incoming threats until they're already on top of the camp." Frozenpelt stated matter-of-factly. "Border patrol isn't about keeping other cats out, it's about surveying the territory to always be in the know about what's happening on our land, whether good or bad. We could find a fox hunting a kit that needs help, or we could find a new basking spot to relax at sunhigh. But we won't find either of those sitting around camp all day."
Shadowpaw paused for a moment, blinking in sudden thought. Then he grumbled and stood, shaking himself off as he padded ahead of the two. "Shouldn't there not even be any threats because of Greystar? Tallfog told me 'n sis he gave us a paradise or something."
Frozenpelt sighed, but a purr rose in his chest as he followed behind. "Greystar did drive off anything that would hurt us, that's true. But that doesn't mean some things don't slip through the cracks. Predators are deterred from our territory, not shut out from it. It's our job to make sure our safety is assured, even if we can rest easier than other cats."
โฆGhoststar lagged behind, looking at Shadowpaw with furrowed brows as he sniffed at trees and shrubs. There was somethingโฆoff about him. Something familiar. Like catching the scent of the same fox in a different burrow. It was why he'd made himself Shadowpaw's mentor, to try and figure out what it was. Something that whispered in his ear, hung over him like a cloud, and he couldn't shake the tugging in his heart that reminded him ofโฆofโฆ
"Ghoststar?"
He blinked slowly and raised his head to find Frozenpelt beside him, tail hovering over his back and a comforting warmth to his gaze. "You doing ok? You've been quieter than usual this past moon."
"โฆHave I?" he finally sighed, deflating a bit. "Sorry."
"No no, there's no need to apologize, I've just been worried about you. It's my job as deputy to make sure you're fit to lead, after all."
Frozenpelt purred in amusement and Ghoststar couldn't help a small smile, but his gaze drifted back down to the leaves, a maelstrom swirling in his mind. He was silent again, thinking, for so long that Frozenpelt quietly stepped in front of him, ears drooping slightly.
"โฆIs it Thistlepaw?"
By now, they knew eachother well enough that Frozenpelt instantly caught the flinch in Ghoststar's eyes, and he sighed, sitting down at his leader's side. "Losing an apprentice is rough on anyone, even a leader. You can let yourself grieve him, Ghoststar. I know you had high hopes for him, it's perfectly understandable what you're feeling."
Ghoststar stood, frozen in place, staring at his paws. Thistlepaw had beenโฆvery tough to train, especially after he and Blizzardpaw's mother passed. He was rude, disobeyed orders, and seemed to delight in tormenting others, butโฆGhoststar had seen the makings of a good cat in him. He remembered the nights he'd found Thistlepaw sitting on the edge of camp, staring into the trees, and the surprisingly deep conversations that followed. He was a troubled kit, but one that just needed the right guidance, and Ghoststar was willing to put in the work needed to help him grow.
And then came the night that Frozenpelt showed up at his den with a shaking, sobbing Blizzardpaw. All of that hope for change, all his work to make something better, shattered like the splintering snap of a rotten tree branch.
โฆBut that wasn't what bothered him the most right now.
"Frozenpelt?"
Frozenpelt smiled as Ghoststar raised his head, but it faltered at the hopeless look in his eyes. "Yes?"
"Do you think we're doing enough?"
That caught the deputy off guard enough to erase his smile entirely, and he tilted his head a bit in confusion. "โฆWhat?"
"Greyclan is supposed to be a paradise. We made it a paradise with our own paws, held up by the support of the mountain, free of threats and full of life."
Ghoststar paused, trembling claws sinking into the ground. "But it hasn't been a paradise for a long time, has it? Not since the massacre-most cats here weren't even alive to see what this clan is supposed to be. Horrible things keep happening, even though were doing what we're supposed to. Thistlepaw, your mother-the fox that attacked Hailthrush a few moons ago shouldn't have even been near the territory. Gorseโฆ"
The name caught in Ghoststar's throat, and he swallowed it back down with a shudder, forcing himself to stop shivering. "We're running Greyclan as it always has been. We're gifting the Tunnels when necessary. We're doing everything right. Soโฆwhy is our paradise fading? Why is the mountain abandoning us?"
โฆFrozenpelt didn't have an answer for that. He ended up staring at the grass too, fur bristling slightly. Ghoststar was right. Greyclan today didn't match up with the legends at all, nor with what he'd heard growing up from the old cats who were alive before the massacre. More and more cats were dying from unknown causes, disappearing mysteriously, more and more tales of monsters prowling the borders were leaking into camp. He thought about Lilacfeather's face, the sheer terror at the mere mention of whatever had attacked him. How long before something like that reached camp? How long before their dwindling luck ran out?
"โฆI agree, things have been rough forโฆyears now. But maybe things will settle with time. Good times come to an end, but so do bad times, right?"
Ghoststar looked up as Frozenpelt gave his shoulder a comforting headbutt, the deputy's warm smile contrasting quite nicely against his namesake. "Or maybe things need to change for the better. Maybe we could grow into a new and better era of Greyclan. But whatever happens, I'll be by your side. You got that?"
โฆGhoststar stared at him.
"โฆYeah. I got it."
Frozenpelt smiled and started padding forward, but suddenly stopped, eyes widening as he stared at something in the distance. "SHADOWPAW!! Get back here, that part's over the border!!"
Ghoststar looked up.
Shadowpaw batted at the water of the river playfully, tail lashing as he tried to catch minnows passing him by. They had already reached the river? How long was he in his own thoughts for?
โฆTheโฆthe riverโฆ?
Ghoststar's ear flicked to the side, his fur standing on end. Faintly, from upstream, the sound of rushing water.
The river.
Shadowpaw looked up.
The tidal wave thundered down the mountain. Shadowpaw couldn't move.
โฆHe couldn't exactly describe what had happened. One moment, he was staring up at certain death, the roar of the water almost drowning out the shrieks of his clanmates. The next, whatever had grabbed him by the scruff let go, sending him tumbling safely onto the grass. He watched the enormous wave sweep over any unfortunate brush in its path, shaking so horribly that he was sure he would collapse without the support of Ghoststar's leg. He almost died. He almost died.
โฆFrozenpelt was quiet, fur standing on end as he looked down at Ghoststar. His head hung low, his panting and coughing barely noticable over the crash of the river. Something black dripped from his nose, off of his tongue, and fell gently to the grass.
Greyclan was supposed to be a paradise. The mountain was supposed to provide through its power, though Frozenpelt had never actually seen anything he couldn't explain. That might've been why it rattled him so much now, to see something so clearly wrong happen right in front of his eyes.
It's that time of year where the weather is hot, and everyone is busy and stressed, and for once you've decided: that's it, you need a vacation. And you're serious this time! You've bought your tickets, have your passport, and your cats have all gotten off a flight to the CCC Tropical Resort - just the perfect time to get away from all that hub-hub of the city and enjoy a tropical beach vacation!
Every week we'll post a new prompt, and you can choose to write or draw about your cats participating in the various events offered at the resort! Share your work with us by joining our Discord, or sharing it on Tumblr with the hashtag @cccaug26 and mentioning us!
Week 1: (August 1 - 9) Thank you for choosing CCC Airlines! Your cats have just boarded on - or off! - the plane to the resort! Was it a smooth ride over? Or were there some annoyances on the way? Does everyone have their luggage? Does everyone have their hotel room and amenities? Write or draw about your cats figuring out airport, transport and hotel rooms to the resort!
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"An interactive command-prompt story in which you interact with the world and other characters through the single main character, building relationships, caring for your clan, and discovering the many secrets hidden just out of sight."
"I told you it was a bad idea," Fireleaf mutters. Thistlegaze flicks his tail--in annoyance or agreement, he isn't quite sure.
Two cats stand at ScrubClan's border, in the same rocky lee Polyatomic used to wait. One is old, a silvery cat with dark eyes, who loafs in the shade. The other is a large brown tabby tom, full-grown, but with an adolescent's chubby face; if he were Clan, he'd've only had his warrior name for a moon, if that.
Polyatomic, who is on this patrol--for better or for worse--rushes over to greet them. "Papa Fusion! Cuz Ribo! Hey!" At least the kittypet has the manners to greet the silver elder first, politely touching noses. Or maybe not, as immediately after he tackles the younger cat to the ground, rolling in the dust and batting at his stomach with sheathed claws like a kitten.
"A warrior doesn't play on patrol," Fireleaf scolds him, wrinkling his nose.
But Polyatomic only rolls his eyes as he climbs to his paws. "Sure," Polyatomic mews, dragging the word out into a drawl. "You should Cypresstooth that. Or Dragonflyswan. Or auntie Patchbat."
Fireleaf doesn't have anything to say to that, and snaps his jaw shut, fuming silently.
Thistlegaze stalks over. He doesn't physically pull Polyatomic back; his glare is order enough, and the blue tom sheepishly rejoins the patrol on ScrubClan's side. "Is this going to be a regular occurrence? Family visiting at the borders?" Thistlegaze says, censure clear in his voice.
Before Polyatomic can answer, the young brown tomcat interrupts: "I'm not here to visit, I'm here to join ScrubClan!"
Thistlegaze's stare goes from cold to withering, and to his satisfaction, the young tom takes several steps back from the border in response. "Great," he says, frostily. "Just what ScrubClan needs: another kitten."
The brown tom puffs up, but is held back by the older silver tomcat, Fusion, who stands with a yawn. "We didn't mean to get off on the wrong foot," he says. He speaks like a mentor: slow, even, his words carrying weight. "I'm Fusion, and this is my grandson, Ribosome."
Fusion likely seeks to calm, but Thistlegaze feels talked down to, and prickles under the older cat's smile. "Let me guess, you want to join too?"
That only gets a low chuckle, a chuff of amusement. "Of course not. I'm perfectly happy with the life I have." That, at least, gets Thistlegaze to lower his hackles, though he still eyes the pair distrustfully. "I do ask that you take my grandson up on his offer, however. He's done a lot of research on native plants and animals, with a focus on medicine. His plant identification is quite good."
The young cat preens and fidgets under the praise, unable to quite sit still. It's a very kit-like response, and not a point in his favor. Fireleaf, who has been quiet so far, steps up. "What's the only cure for yellowcough?"
Ribosome wrinkles his nose. "Yellow... cough? Oh, I assume you mean a viral pneumonia! I'd probably start with low doses of tansy and juniper to help oxygen intake--maybe a touch of garlic too depending on the severity--then a more aggressive dose of tansy and lungwort to root out any secondary infections, along with chamomile and lavender for chills and fevers respectively, and to help keep strength up. Likely a low dose of catmint the whole way, especially dried, to counteract some of the nausea from the other herbs."
Thistlegaze looks to Fireleaf, but the ginger tom only shrugs. "Sounds familiar. He either knows what he's talking about or is a really good liar."
"I know what I'm doing! Well, I don't have any practical experience, but the books had lots of pictures!"
The silver elder, Fusion, steps back, that easy smile still on his face. "Let your healer see if he's worthy of the title. I'll come back here in three days time to pick him up if it doesn't work out. How does that sound?"
Thistlegaze levels a stare at Ribosome, but the young cat found his nerves and doesn't back down this time, meeting the deputy's eye. "Fine," he finally agrees. "A trial period, then."
Polyatomic squeals and leaps over the border, tackling Ribosome again. "You can have a nest right beside mine! You do not want to sleep in the healer's den with Spittlebugspeck, trust me. He's mean and he probably snores."
Fireleaf snorts. "True. If you can survive Spittlebugspeck for three days, I guess we'll have to keep you. I don't think any Clan-born kit would dare apprentice under him willingly."
[ The rest of the moon will be written tomorrow! I'm busy today and this scene kinda got away from me hehe
Yes, Polyatomic has an absolutely massive extended family. They all live in the same research complex, and kinda adopt their own humans.
Something to look forward to: Patchbat conspires with Thymebush, Splinter, and Tortrixdusk to set Zell up on a date. With whom? You'll just have to guess (; ]
(Also ignore that he has Patchbat as an adopted parent; it's the easiest way to have Clangen recognize them as family so they don't accidentally become surrogates for their aunts or flirt with cousins or smth)
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This isn't actually relevant to Rainy Days specifically, but I've been debating working on a "Mod Maker" mod that makes it easier for people to make their own mods without having to learn how to code... I think it'd be super fun and I'd love to see people use it, but I'm hesitant to put more on my plate right now.
Would anyone actually use a "Mod Maker"? For reference, these are the first features I'd want to include in it:
- A whole overhaul of how sprites work to make adding new colors, pelts, poses, & accessories much easier (major change would be using hex codes to generate colors instead of having to redraw every pelt per color) + a screen for adding in new hex codes & spritework
- An updated event & patrol editing screen that adds events to a new file separate from base game so that you can download multiple mods that use this Mod Maker without having to manually edit everything into the same file
(For context, this is what the event editor currently looks like in-game without my changes):
In the future, I'll consider more features, like an easier way to add camps & patrol art, an easier way to add new traits & skills, etc., but for now these would be my main focus.
Also, if I do make this Mod Maker, I would totally test it out by making my own mod separate from Rainy Days with it ๐ Maybe a "Rainy Days Lite" that's more of an expansion on base game instead of a total overhaul
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XV โ The Devil โ The Iris - oppression, dependency, powerlessness, limitations, addiction.
XVI โ The Tower โ Endless - sudden upheaval, disaster, trauma, chaos
XVII โ The Star โ Hopechase, also Riftgorse - inspiration, positivity, rejuvenation
XVIII โ The Moon โ Shiverstep (yes she gets a second one bc I felt like it lmao), also Morningspot - intuition, complexity, secrets, vagueness, anxiety
XIX โ The Sun โ Cloudthunder - success, optimism, vitality, confidence
XX โ Judgment โ The Audience - self evaluation, purpose, reckoning
XXI โ The World โ ForestClan - fulfillment, sense of belonging, wholeness, harmony
I can't believe my tired idea of sending malware to the Iris actually got someone to make a picture about it. In the essay I will prove how uploading the entirety of the Internet into the Iris will cause it to self destruct.
If anything I think the fact that several terabytes of the entire internet is entirely dedicated to sexual intercourse while the other several hundreds of terabytes is dedicated to humans devolving into arguments over social media designed to make us angry will make it very confused. "ok Woodcrawlers I need you to speed up the seasoning process of earth please. Please remove the fruit flies from the salad bowl faster. They're actually disturbing the peace now chop chop"
