As you might have guessed is that this is a lore thread. Inspired by my writings on other sites, I decided to do much the same here. There will be an overarching mystery aiming to be solved by my cats, but inspired by rather novel lore concepts such as those written by @deltarune's (the sol courier) and the snowdrop chronicle by @typhlosion, this will have a twist to typical lore and will instead document the lives of my cats through interview formats, quizzes and an 'ask nestor' section. So yes, sort of like a newspaper, but broken up more so that it can be more manageable and done in quick sections. There will be a reader's digest at the end of every issue so that one can grasp the quick points rather easily. Personalities are not their canon personalities.
What will be the mystery, you ask? That, dear reader, is for you to find out, and to see if you can save these cats from a fate that has called to them since they arrived on Not-Earth.
Feel free to post after each reader's digest is posted. DM me to be added to the pinglist :))
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Beginning of Issue 1
Dear Readers,
I have mulled over how to start this new newsletter, but considering that dear Redwood (who you will be sure to meet some day) has agreed to ferry our newsletter to neighbouring settlements, I think it best to start by doing what every good story does, and that is starting with some sort of introduction.
Very well then.
We are the Mackerel Clan, and we write our tales here so that if we are wiped out by [redacted], someone, somewhere, will find our tales and share them. Please. Share them. Let us not fade into irrelevance because of the actions of a handful. I believe that too great a punishment for gentle Redwood, incorrigible Basil, wise Luca, kind Gail and well. Ethen. Maybe then, that is where I should start. The six of us opened something bigger than we ever could have known. And as I sit here writing this, I realise now that perhaps my curious nature was the beginning of the end for us all.
Ethen and I had gone scavenging. Feeding the six of us was a task we squabbled over like littermates, for perhaps we were. Six mangy not-cats distinctly not-wanting to take any responsibility for the others, yet unpredictable Ethen would always predictably end up volunteering for the role, and I, curious as ever about my most temperamental friend - for yes, we were friends, even then - would hastily agree to go with him. And so it went, a life of gentle not-living and not-peace.
So yes, Ethen and I had gone scavenging. But it was not food that we found. It was a moose of a hundred eyes, who offered us a deal. Go home to where you belong, or be ripped from this world forcefully.
It was not much of a choice, in retrospect.
When we fell into this world, and felt its not-moss, not-soil, not-damp under our paws we quickly realised that perhaps we had done more of a service to the world we had come from, considering that it had never cared for us, nor us for it. And so the six of us played happily. But something strange was occurring, something we had yet to comprehend for ourselves, and perhaps still have yet to understand. But for now. I tire of this tale. There are beans to put to sleep, friends to share tales with and the not-end of the not-world to not-grieve. And so I leave you with a single piece of the puzzle, the first word Ethen spoke of the prophesy he babbled when we accidentally discovered Nestor, that moose I am sure you are all well acquainted with - as well as is possible, I suppose.
"Turn"
Reader's Digest
Flora is an explorative not-cat living in Mackerel Village, a small town of not-cats interested in not-dying any time soon. It was he and Ethen who first became acquainted with Nestor, and soon they all came to know him as a dear and benevolent, yet untrustworthy character.
This is their story.
Dear Readers,
I have mulled over how to start this new newsletter, but considering that dear Redwood (who you will be sure to meet some day) has agreed to ferry our newsletter to neighbouring settlements, I think it best to start by doing what every good story does, and that is starting with some sort of introduction.
Very well then.
We are the Mackerel Clan, and we write our tales here so that if we are wiped out by [redacted], someone, somewhere, will find our tales and share them. Please. Share them. Let us not fade into irrelevance because of the actions of a handful. I believe that too great a punishment for gentle Redwood, incorrigible Basil, wise Luca, kind Gail and well. Ethen. Maybe then, that is where I should start. The six of us opened something bigger than we ever could have known. And as I sit here writing this, I realise now that perhaps my curious nature was the beginning of the end for us all.
Ethen and I had gone scavenging. Feeding the six of us was a task we squabbled over like littermates, for perhaps we were. Six mangy not-cats distinctly not-wanting to take any responsibility for the others, yet unpredictable Ethen would always predictably end up volunteering for the role, and I, curious as ever about my most temperamental friend - for yes, we were friends, even then - would hastily agree to go with him. And so it went, a life of gentle not-living and not-peace.
So yes, Ethen and I had gone scavenging. But it was not food that we found. It was a moose of a hundred eyes, who offered us a deal. Go home to where you belong, or be ripped from this world forcefully.
It was not much of a choice, in retrospect.
When we fell into this world, and felt its not-moss, not-soil, not-damp under our paws we quickly realised that perhaps we had done more of a service to the world we had come from, considering that it had never cared for us, nor us for it. And so the six of us played happily. But something strange was occurring, something we had yet to comprehend for ourselves, and perhaps still have yet to understand. But for now. I tire of this tale. There are beans to put to sleep, friends to share tales with and the not-end of the not-world to not-grieve. And so I leave you with a single piece of the puzzle, the first word Ethen spoke of the prophesy he babbled when we accidentally discovered Nestor, that moose I am sure you are all well acquainted with - as well as is possible, I suppose.
"Turn"
Reader's Digest
Flora is an explorative not-cat living in Mackerel Village, a small town of not-cats interested in not-dying any time soon. It was he and Ethen who first became acquainted with Nestor, and soon they all came to know him as a dear and benevolent, yet untrustworthy character.
This is their story.
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This is very cool! I'm curious about the prophecy.
Beginning of Issue 2
Editor's Note: This wanted advertisement has been edited for brevity's sake. This cat is known to be rather... verbose...
Wanted: Four Sprigs of Rosemary and Two Stalks of Chamomile For A Surprise!!!
Hello dear not-cats of Mackerel,
I come to you today to beg most sincerely for someone, anyone in this whole, wide, desolate world, who might feel it in their hearts to bring me some chamomile and some rosemary, exactly the amount advertised in the title, no more, and certainly no less!! I am searching for this you see, because ever since I was a young not-kit [edited for brevity's sake] and so you see I desperately need, need, need to find love one day, and what better way than to make a little steak with rosemary salt sprinkled on top for them? And of course, chamomile tea, for who could resist the alluring taste of hot tea?
I will stay anonymous, dear readers, as I would rather my lovely surprise not be spoiled by a certain not-cat blabbing to the whole village and making trouble for me. For you see that very cat [edited out to prevent retaliation for these rather... strong words]. And despite all of this that same cat [see the above reason]. Anyways, where was I? Oh yes. I will remain anonymous, but you are sure to see me again. Farewell my dear readers!
Editor's Note: Phew. I think I managed to cut down the worst of it. Dramatics aside, if you have any Chamomile or Rosemary for our dear friend here, please make sure to drop it off at the Scribe's Office, and it will surely be delivered to the right person.
Editor's Note: This wanted advertisement has been edited for brevity's sake. This cat is known to be rather... verbose...
Wanted: Four Sprigs of Rosemary and Two Stalks of Chamomile For A Surprise!!!
Hello dear not-cats of Mackerel,
I come to you today to beg most sincerely for someone, anyone in this whole, wide, desolate world, who might feel it in their hearts to bring me some chamomile and some rosemary, exactly the amount advertised in the title, no more, and certainly no less!! I am searching for this you see, because ever since I was a young not-kit [edited for brevity's sake] and so you see I desperately need, need, need to find love one day, and what better way than to make a little steak with rosemary salt sprinkled on top for them? And of course, chamomile tea, for who could resist the alluring taste of hot tea?
I will stay anonymous, dear readers, as I would rather my lovely surprise not be spoiled by a certain not-cat blabbing to the whole village and making trouble for me. For you see that very cat [edited out to prevent retaliation for these rather... strong words]. And despite all of this that same cat [see the above reason]. Anyways, where was I? Oh yes. I will remain anonymous, but you are sure to see me again. Farewell my dear readers!
Editor's Note: Phew. I think I managed to cut down the worst of it. Dramatics aside, if you have any Chamomile or Rosemary for our dear friend here, please make sure to drop it off at the Scribe's Office, and it will surely be delivered to the right person.
Heroic Redwood Saves Fountain from Fate Worse Than Death
Editor's Note: Redwood is known to be well... a little reticent at times. Please forgive me if I sound harsh at all, I just try to prompt him slightly. And I tried my hardest to get Fountain to speak a little more, but forgive xem if xe doesn't speak often. And as a quick trigger warning for our more concerned readers, this interview does mention death.
Redwood, why don't we start with you, can you tell the readers why you wanted to do an interview today? Redwood lounges back in his chair, seemingly relaxed despite the freezing rain bucketing down on the three cats seated around the table, drenching them all. Um. Uh. Why doesn't Fountain start?
I'm sorry Redwood, but you did ask me about the interview. Fountain is just here for. Well. We'll get to that part of your tale soon enough. Um, okay. Well... I was just gathering some fish, and freshwater mussels and uh. Lakeweed and well. I, uh. Well it. He clears his throat. I saw Fountain crossing the path, going to get uh. What was it again, Fountain?
Fountain, would you mind filling in that detail? Xe squeaks and shifts in xyr chair. Th-thyme. Xe swallows. And mixed seeds.
R: Well xe was crossing a bridge. And I saw it snap, and xe fell into the water. Without thinking, I dropped the things in my paws on the bank, and dove into the water. A friend in need is. Well. You know. Anyways, the water was freezing, despite it being unseasonably warm for autumn. Here he grows rather animated, as he begins talking about the weather. Perhaps the Cloudnap Mountains are rather cold regardless. And I brought xem out, but perhaps I was too late. Fountain had gone still in my arms, and despite my best efforts, I could not revive xem.
Fountain, it's your turn. What did you see? Worrying at xyr lip, xe begins, I was. Dead. I was outside my body, and staring at its brown-ish hues. I kept thinking, I wonder what Cloud will say. Perhaps that was wrong of me. I just want to hear what happened, anything you felt is correct. Okay. Well yes. I didn't want Cloud to see me like this. And then I realized where I was destined for, if I didn't return. And where was that? I... I don't know. I can't remember. It was just... wrong. And so I pushed back into my body, harder than I've ever done anything before, and I woke up again. Xe shivers. I was so cold. So so cold.
...
This is all very interesting. Thank you Fountain and Redwood. Fountain. Stay safe okay? None of us want to see you hurt.
Editor's Note: I think they did pretty well, all things considered! I realized that I would never get the aftermath from Fountain, who was already shaking at having to talk for so long, so I sought out Cloud, who was relieved to hear that Fountain was safe and sound. Xe explained to me that Fountain had come back the same and seemed to have little else to say of the matter. Safe to say that the whole village is relieved over this, and will be glad to get the full understanding of how dangerous the rapids surrounding our homes can be. Just a quick reminder to please keep your beans indoors during the Bank-Swells, and when rain is pouring like it is today. It is dangerous for them to be play-adventuring outdoors in such conditions. Stay warm, and stay dry, dear readers, and I'll see you the next time you choose the Mackerelian as your newspaper of choice.
"away"
Reader's Digest
Here Redwood and Fountain experience a traumatic event together, but from which, Fountain seems unchanged. Redwood however, cannot stop thinking about this event, and does eventually vow to learn more about what happened to Fountain. For now though, all is right with this little village, and life continues to slowly tick on.
Editor's Note: Redwood is known to be well... a little reticent at times. Please forgive me if I sound harsh at all, I just try to prompt him slightly. And I tried my hardest to get Fountain to speak a little more, but forgive xem if xe doesn't speak often. And as a quick trigger warning for our more concerned readers, this interview does mention death.
Redwood, why don't we start with you, can you tell the readers why you wanted to do an interview today? Redwood lounges back in his chair, seemingly relaxed despite the freezing rain bucketing down on the three cats seated around the table, drenching them all. Um. Uh. Why doesn't Fountain start?
I'm sorry Redwood, but you did ask me about the interview. Fountain is just here for. Well. We'll get to that part of your tale soon enough. Um, okay. Well... I was just gathering some fish, and freshwater mussels and uh. Lakeweed and well. I, uh. Well it. He clears his throat. I saw Fountain crossing the path, going to get uh. What was it again, Fountain?
Fountain, would you mind filling in that detail? Xe squeaks and shifts in xyr chair. Th-thyme. Xe swallows. And mixed seeds.
R: Well xe was crossing a bridge. And I saw it snap, and xe fell into the water. Without thinking, I dropped the things in my paws on the bank, and dove into the water. A friend in need is. Well. You know. Anyways, the water was freezing, despite it being unseasonably warm for autumn. Here he grows rather animated, as he begins talking about the weather. Perhaps the Cloudnap Mountains are rather cold regardless. And I brought xem out, but perhaps I was too late. Fountain had gone still in my arms, and despite my best efforts, I could not revive xem.
Fountain, it's your turn. What did you see? Worrying at xyr lip, xe begins, I was. Dead. I was outside my body, and staring at its brown-ish hues. I kept thinking, I wonder what Cloud will say. Perhaps that was wrong of me. I just want to hear what happened, anything you felt is correct. Okay. Well yes. I didn't want Cloud to see me like this. And then I realized where I was destined for, if I didn't return. And where was that? I... I don't know. I can't remember. It was just... wrong. And so I pushed back into my body, harder than I've ever done anything before, and I woke up again. Xe shivers. I was so cold. So so cold.
...
This is all very interesting. Thank you Fountain and Redwood. Fountain. Stay safe okay? None of us want to see you hurt.
Editor's Note: I think they did pretty well, all things considered! I realized that I would never get the aftermath from Fountain, who was already shaking at having to talk for so long, so I sought out Cloud, who was relieved to hear that Fountain was safe and sound. Xe explained to me that Fountain had come back the same and seemed to have little else to say of the matter. Safe to say that the whole village is relieved over this, and will be glad to get the full understanding of how dangerous the rapids surrounding our homes can be. Just a quick reminder to please keep your beans indoors during the Bank-Swells, and when rain is pouring like it is today. It is dangerous for them to be play-adventuring outdoors in such conditions. Stay warm, and stay dry, dear readers, and I'll see you the next time you choose the Mackerelian as your newspaper of choice.
"away"
Reader's Digest
Here Redwood and Fountain experience a traumatic event together, but from which, Fountain seems unchanged. Redwood however, cannot stop thinking about this event, and does eventually vow to learn more about what happened to Fountain. For now though, all is right with this little village, and life continues to slowly tick on.
Beginning of Issue 3
Wanted: A Bodyguard for Basil
I come here today, shaken and disturbed. Five days ago, I was pursued through the markets by an unknown assailant, determined to do me grievous bodily harm. The markets empty - allegedly due to the assailant threatening the good not-cats of Oathock Districts to stay home - I was very nearly harmed.
A bodyguard would have prevented all of this, and I wouldn't wake up sweating in the middle of the night anymore. Either way. I require the services of a bodyguard and implore the rest of you to travel in pairs. Something or someone is afoot in Mackerel, and Nutmeg and Watson of Seedstick Detective Agency promise me they will discover the root of this. Supernatural or not, something must be done to protect us. Or you know. At least me.
PS. There will be no payment for this job. Just my eternal (okay, rarely there) gratitude.
Wanted: A Bodyguard for Basil
I come here today, shaken and disturbed. Five days ago, I was pursued through the markets by an unknown assailant, determined to do me grievous bodily harm. The markets empty - allegedly due to the assailant threatening the good not-cats of Oathock Districts to stay home - I was very nearly harmed.
A bodyguard would have prevented all of this, and I wouldn't wake up sweating in the middle of the night anymore. Either way. I require the services of a bodyguard and implore the rest of you to travel in pairs. Something or someone is afoot in Mackerel, and Nutmeg and Watson of Seedstick Detective Agency promise me they will discover the root of this. Supernatural or not, something must be done to protect us. Or you know. At least me.
PS. There will be no payment for this job. Just my eternal (okay, rarely there) gratitude.
I love stories like this- this is SO WELL WRITTEN!! I’m just gonna sub to this thread and watch the story unfold…
