June 20, Wacky Weekend Saturday - 2026

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Goodbi to Bi-Week and hello to the third Wacky Weekend. Today gets you: Murkypaw, the oldest (by twenty seconds) of the Blue Babies! He liked dragging sticks in the sand as a kit and misses it. Where he is now, there's no sand. Just really compact dirt and occasional sand pits that are no good for drawing. His father, Dust-tail (I need to design him), has drawn with him before, and while his dad wasn't any good, Murky appreciated it. Until for some reason his dad took his twigs away while Murkykit was napping. Later, Dust-tail realizes he regrets doing this </3 SO, more lore: For some reason or another as an apprentice, Murkypaw "died" and went to the Dark Forest on the day of his warrior assessment...sorry, just got a big burst of motivation to write the following (it's long ;-;): Murkypaw slammed his eyes shut, and took a shaky breath. He opened them again. The thick trees didn't go away. The bare dirt didn't go away. The sky was still hidden by leaves. "Carp," Murkypaw muttered. "This can't be happening." He looked around, eyes narrowed. He's been here before, been here plenty of times. It was the Dark Forest. He knew the kind of cats around here. Befriended some. Still, he turned to the closest tree, dug his claws into the bark, and climbed. He sat down on the lowest branch, tail curled around his paws. His eyes were trained on his paws. /Oh cod. Cod cod cod./ He took another breath, trying to recall all that happened. He knew there was a fight. And he hadn't gotten a single scratch. Murkypaw was a good fighter. Then, his enemy had pinned him and...then he was here. He blinked. Murkypaw's paw ran up and down his front. He didn't feel any scars. So...how'd he die? Unless--/No, that's crazy talk./ Then, he heard a sound of rustling below. He froze, ear's swiveling to hear better. He opened his jaws to let in a scent. /Yup, that's a Dark Forest cat down there./ He recognized the cat below. His attacker. His former friend. She seemed like they were looking for something--or someone? And judging by the way her tail flicked, she was pretty annoyed too. She paused where Murkypaw had first found himself. She turned to the tree. Murkypaw's fur bristled. /Shellfish./ He looked around the tree, looking for maybe a way to jump to another. It was so cramped here, and anything above was hidden by thick clumps of leaves. He couldn't escape if she climbed his tree...which is exactly what she did, hooking her claws around the trunk and going up. Murkypaw's hackles raised. He unsheathed his claws again. She knew he was here anyway. Might as well get her in range. He crept closer to the trunk, stopping where the branch met it. That revealed himself to her, and she reached a paw to swipe at his paws. Murkypaw hopped back, but because it was a tree branch, he fell. He stuck the claws of his forepaws into his branch, biting his tongue as he felt one tear. /Nice going, Turkeypaw!/ The she-cat snorted climbing up onto his branch and looking down at him. "Really? You were doing so well earlier, and then you pull THIS?" Murkypaw rolled his eyes. He and the she-cat were around the same age. Except she was long dead. And more experienced. But he was a fast learner, and now they'd become evenly matched. "Maybe I'm just getting creative," Murkypaw said, and the she-cat laughed. "Right." She swiped at his paws again, this time making their mark. Murkypaw hissed in pain...He got an idea. A dungy idea. Murkypaw got a wonderful, dungy idea. He swung his lower body backward. The she-cat tilted her head,"What do you think you're doing, Murkypaw?" Murkypaw ignored her. His body swung forward, then back again. Once it swung forward again, he blew a raspberry at his old friend, pulled back his claws with a wince, and went flying. He didn't know how many times he'd spun, but at some point, he did hit the ground, and thanks to his reflexes, he did land properly. But the landing did send a jolt of pain through his leg, the one with the torn claw that is. He'd check it later. For now, he needed to find somewhere safe to hide. He sprinted through the trees, though he wasn't the fastest runner, especially with his paw. That would go to his sister, Inkpaw. The she-cat was far from him, still climbing down that tree while he made some ground between them. He ran until his legs couldn't run anymore. He found a thick tree...a realized he was too tired to climb it, and his claw would not be doing him any favors. He panted and raised his hurt paw. "Oof," Murkypaw said aloud. It was...bad. He looked around. /Maybe there's herbs or something...even if they're dead ones. What was it again...Comfrey? Comfrey!/ he spotted a puny plant nearby, limped to it, and plucked it out of the ground with his teeth, then set it down to inspect it. He deemed it comfrey and applied it how he remembered. /Thank you Cheetah-heart, for making us learn a bit from the med-cats./ He sighed once done, curled up, and decided to get some rest. He felt safe here...kinda.