Flurryclan’s Poetry Contest Results!

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*this takes place pre Snap death just so everyone’s aware. Snapdragonflame grinned, casting a knowing glance at some of his fellow observers. Wishkit, who had sat down next to him, looked particularly excited, and he found the enthusiasm contagious. “Great poets of Flurryclan!!!” He suddenly announced, catching the attention of each and every contestant as he continued, “Gather ‘round! For I have made a decision!!!” As their faces started to look hopeful, he raised his tail in a silencing gesture. “But, first, I must review the rules for winnings. “The winner, as everyone hopefully remembers, gets this really cool flower crown I made!!!” He gestured th the crown that nobody had noticed had suddenly materialized on top of his head(lol). “And the honorary title of Flurryclan’s best poet! “And for second place will be Flurryclan’s Assistant Poet! Lastly, the third place contestant will get an honorable mention!” “Now, as you all may remember, I’m judging on a scale from 1-100. I’m looking for creativity, organization, and deep /meaning/ behind each entry! Now…” he cleared his throat, “for the scores.” || these names are all as of when the contest occurred. I’m sure they’ve changed ;-; but hopefully y’all can recognize ur cat despite that <3 || Snappie’s head was held high as proudly announced the winners. “For the honorable mention, in third place, we have…” He paused for effect. “Nectaroblivion!!! Well done, indeed! Your poem…i really felt it, deep on the inside. It takes a true poet to learn how to spin words like that, to have such a strong effect on a cat.” He nodded in respect. “For second place, gaining the title of Assistant Poet of Flurryclan and great praise, we have…Sizzlingblaze!!! Your poem…well, it made me feel a bit underqualified to be a judge, if I’m being honest! It had the sound of a poet deeply dedicated to the art, and I respect you for that. Well done.” He nodded to Sizzle, acknowledging the contestant before continuing. “And now…for what I’m sure you’ve all been waiting for…it’s time to announce the first placer… Firstly, I’ll begin with saying that this was a very, /very/ difficult choice for me to make. You all had so many amazing poems, and they all deserve some appreciation, so let’s cheer for all of our contestants!” He grinned, waiting for the crowd to grow quiet again. “Now…for our first placer…a cat with a poem that was so deeply woven with meaning, beautifully organized and understandable, and one of the most creative works of art I’ve ever encountered…we have…SHIMMERPAW!!!” He turned to look at her, eyes shining, Scars, he was enjoying this. So many cats looking up to him—literally speaking, of course—woukd have frightened him, not long ago. Sonya had given him confidence he didn’t realize was possible. As he approached her, he lowered his head, partially in respect and partially so she could access the crown. “Your poem struck me like a monster,” he said with a faintly amused twitch of his whiskers, “It was loud, yet quiet. Bold, yet elegant. Heartbreaking…yet heartwarming. I wish you well, o’ Poet of Flurryclan.” He raised his head and yowled, loud enough for the whole clan to hear, “SHIMMERPAW!!!” And couldn’t resist a smile as the crowd began to join in the cheer. He winked at her one last time before disappearing into the forest. That was more than enough socialization for a week, he thought with a sigh.