Reminder pings for everyone

Working on my story soon ^^

How much more time do we have left?

TO 14th i think

Out of curiosity, how many rounds are there going to be? I finished my story, is it okay if I start in the middle ages, and finish in modern times? (since my character is immortal, he's kind of reflecting on the middle ages at the end)

sure that works.

and the round keeps on going until only ONE is left standing, and that one would be the winner

I've been trying to find a idea..Can I try the spinner again?

if you hadn't done three spins yet, sure.

Genre: Tragedy
Trait - Reckless
Era - Renaissance
Species - Cat Sidhe

Note -
trafferth means Trouble in Welsh
Meur means Branch in Gaelic
Galon means Heart in Welsh
Bairn means Little Child in Scottish

(From pictures it looked like they could walk upright)

The small black cat spread her paws wide in the air above her, "And I flew across the gap between the as i gave a massive jump-" she was stopped mid sentence as an older cat with a graying beard like tuft of fur under his chin walked over to her, his paw resting on a walking stick. "Telling the kittens tall tales again I see?" he asked, his voice deep and grating. The three small cat sidhe looked up at him, eyes wide. He gave a rough laugh, rubbing the nearest kitten on the head. "It's time to go to bed now, the humans will be up soon." The sun was rising in the distance and already a man was wheeling a food cart down a nearby brick road. "Aww can't we go the market?" the smallest one asked, bright green eyes shining. "Not until your one year old!" the female gave a laugh as she rubbed his ears. With a sigh the kittens followed the older cat away. "Make sure to stay out of trouble Trafferth!" He said, putting his paw on her shoulder. "Yes Meur," she said sighing. She straitened her fur and fell down to four paws, so to blend in in the human world. She headed towards the human market, the dresses of the ladies brushing her fur and the steady pit-pat of the men's shoes. She had told Meur she was heading to the market to get fish but in truth she was going to meet Sampson, the cat sidhe of a human lady. Sampson was frowned upon by the rest of the Colony seeing as how his father was a Cat Sidhe and his mother was a cat. He had been cast, told never to return again and his father had been killed. His mother had disappeared years ago and Trafferth was the only one who would speak to him. On her way too see him Trafferth decided she wanted fish. She knew it would be reckless to jump and grab it from the booth but that she did. The human gave a startled yell, raising a butcher knife. She sprinted off down an alley panting. Now to see Sampson. She jumped on the wall, the cat-walk as she liked to call it and made her way to his window. She set her fish down and swallowed in a few bites before nosing the window open. Sampson was asleep, sprawled across a loveseat. He jumped up when he saw her and gave a purr, rubbing his face against hers. "How are you Love?" he asked, taking her chin in one paw. She leaned forward, brushing noses, the cat's equivalent of a kiss. "I've missed you." she murmured into his. "And I have missed you." The sat twined together for a couple minutes. "I have decided. I am telling the Colony about us." Sampson gave a shocked hiss, staring at her wide eyed. "Meur has become a good friend to me and there is somthing I must tell you." her luminous blue eyes gazed at him for a second before she continued. "I'm expecting your kits." Sampson gave a shocked gasp. His gasp turned into a yowl. Blood flew through the air. Trafferth stared in horror. "Meur." she hissed. "It was for your own good. I've had suspicions for a while." he gave her a hard looking, slowly licking the blood from his paw. "When your children are born they will either be killed or thrown at when they have no chance of survival. This is your punishment Trafferth. I will allow you too stay but your children must die." Trafferth crumpled. They would die. How could they die. But they would, Meur would ensure it.
***
She gave a yowl of agony as her body spasmed. A gush of blood came out and soaked into her fur. She was filthy. Her ribs showed through her fur. First one the two then three kits came. The fourth was born dead. She felt her body swell with love for the living ones. The first was a male. She gave a choking noise. "Hello Sampson." she whispered. It was Cat Sidhe tradition to name your children as soon as all are born. She looked at the second, the white patch on her chest similar to a heart. "Hello Galon." she said, touching her nose to her tiny daughters head. Now to name the last surviving kit. "Hello Bairn." she wanted to look at the dead kit but knew she couldn't. She curled around her children with an aching sob. Meur would find and kill them soon. She closed her eyes and drifted to sleep huddled around them.
***
When she woke up they were gone. Blood stained the ground around her. Everything was gone. She had no will to live. She looked up at the stars. She would never see them again. She would go join Sampson and her children. She put her claw to her neck. Warm blood gushed down. And then everything went black.