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Beauty's Game [🪽]

In the heart of the territory known as the Tribe Of The Blooming Valley, where the sun-dappled canopy danced eternally with shadows, flowers and whispers, lived a she-cat named Sunny Blossom.

While it was known that each cat held a deep-rooted pride for their respective tribe's beauty, but one cat took that pride to an extreme

With her long, flowing coat of striking golden that flowed like molten sunlight and eyes shimmering like emeralds under the glade's rays, she deemed herself the epitome of beauty.

Each day, she groomed herself meticulously, dedicating hours to the reflection in the still waters of the stream that bordered her tribr's territory. The Phyto prided herself not just on her looks but on the admiration she received from her clanmates.

Her vanity was a point of pride, and she reveled in the attention she received from the toms of her tribe. Sunny Blossom often boasted to her tribemates, "The beautiful must be adored," and they obliged her with flattering words and admiring glances.

Her self-absorption brought with it a certain charm, and though her clan of strong and capable warriors appreciated her beauty, they quietly whispered of her arrogance behind their paws.

Yet, despite the praise from her peers, an insatiable hunger gnawed at her—a thirst for adoration that could only be quenched by an absolute title: the most beautiful cat in all the territories.

News traveled quickly among the tribes in the form of whispers from amused apprentices and young warriors, and it wasn't long before talk of a new rival reached Sunny Blossom's ears.

This rival, an enchanting she-cat from the neighbouring tribe of the Guild Of Freedom, was named Knotgrass.

According to the gossip that swirled about the tribe, she possessed a dazzling silvery white pelt that shimmered like moonlight and a striking mix of ice-blue and molten amber eyes that captivated any who dared to gaze upon her.

Sunny Blossom's heart sank upon hearing the tales of this strange Guild cat named Knotgrass, but she chose to brush it off. After all, she was the mere epitome of beauty, wasn't she?

Days turned to weeks, and curiosity gnawed at her as she avoided the growing gossip about the Guild's rank 23. The whispers seemed to echo through the very trees that shaded her home. "Have you seen her?" they would say. "She's like a moonbeam dancing through the night."

The mere mention of her name made cat hearts flutter with jealousy and desire. And when Knotgrass had visited Tribe Of The Blooming Valley with her leaders for a territory discussion, the moment she swept into the clearing, all eyes were drawn to her.

Sunny Blossom, upon finally catching a glimpse of Knotgrass, bold and unrepentant, felt the world tilt on its axis. She immediately began to compare herself to her rival, weighing her golden fur against Knotgrass's own silvery coat, and felt an icy grip of dread tighten around her heart the more she observed.

"No," she whispered vehemently, "I will not be overshadowed by some mere silver interloper!"

Surely, Sunny Blossom thought, if she dressed in her finest flower crowns or sought the rarest herbs to enhance her shine, the tribe would once again praise her above all.

But with each attempt, she only felt the tightening grip of desperation. Sunny Blossom became a shadow of her former self, unable to focus on hunting or training with her fellow warriors, thoughts consumed by the haunting presence of Knotgrass.

Eventually, her beauty rituals grew more elaborate, her mind fraying with the chaos. As the days stretched on into weeks, Sunny Blossom's obsession with her rival gradually consumed her.