The Colony BROKEN HOURGLASS - intro / brooding

[BRAMBLE]

I'VE BECOME THE WORLD'S MOST HARMLESS AND ARROGANT PIECE OF TRASH

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Irritation was evident on Bramble's face as he laid down and buried his face in his paws, tired from a long attempt at hunting, with basically nothing to show for it. He was tired of all the infighting about the rightful leader of the colony as well, but was starting to consider choosing a side. In particular, he was starting to think that they should move, that Hawthorne's lack of action was setting them all one foot in the grave.

He had been newly born in this season the last time it came around, unaware of the struggles older cats faced trying to hunt. A fool, unaware of the circumstances that would plague him one day. Innocent. Fussy, and yet being able to show his true emotions.

Where had the time gone?

The tabby's tail lashed irritably as he heard someone approaching, and he lifted his head up, eyes narrowed into a annoyed glare. "Can't I rest after a productive time hunting?" Oh, if only it had been productive. If only luck was on their side.​

OOC TAGS

• OOC —— xxx
• 
  You're

  tailor-made

  for this day and age
  'Cause you're

  powerless and look like prey

  
  You are fooled by the way that

  this act behaves

  
  And your beating heart has

  gone insane

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• BRAMBLE - He/Him
  ♡ Short-haired black tabby with low white and green eyes
  ♡ Colony Cat - Warrior of ShadowClan
  ♡ 13 moons; ages on the 1st of every month
  ♡ "Speech", Attack / Actions
  ♡ Peaceful / healing powerplay allowed
  ♡ Image credit to Hit Point Co. for Neko Atsume and micamone for the base.
  
  
  penned by AnemoVictorious​

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[WOLFPACK]

AND I AM SORRY MY CONSCIENCE CALLED IN SICK AGAIN​

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"Productive? Yeah, i'll make sure not to step on all this prey you've brought back." replied Wolf, who instead of looking annoyed at the younger cats attempt at a dismissal, seemed mildly amused. Apparently Frostbite wasn't the only one whose temper was thinning at the lack of results.

"But sleep if you want. I won't bug you." he added as he settled down a short distance away. He couldn't say his own hunt had been as poor, but he also trekked a lot farther to get his meals, hunting in the lands beyond the colonies unmarked borders. So yeah, his paws were fucking sore from the walk and he wanted to rest before he had to visit his cache the next time his stomach started gnawing at itself.
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loner/future shadowclan - male - a large, monochrome chimera with mismatched eyes and several scars​

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[Manzanita]

*+:｡.｡

Normally, Manzanita would be overjoyed at the chance to mock the unproductive, but today...she, too, was tired. She begins with her usual sniff of disapproval as she approaches the older toms, only to deflate soon after as she lack the necessary energy to act better than the two. "

Why does hunting have to be so hard?

" she finally whines, flopping dramatically onto her rump, and then promptly onto her belly, placing a paw on her poor little forehead. "

I don't like this weather

" she announces with a huff, glaring at the sky as though her pout will sway the universe in her favor as it often did with her mother.

"

SPEECH

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[serpentberry]

Serpent grimaces as she watches some of her fellow colony members grumble about prey and the weather. It's a morsel of a reaction at best, knowing how her nest is lined with only the best and her stomach full despite the hardships. She benefits from their hierarchy. She, a few moons ago, would've relished in this treatment. Stars, sunrises before she did. But as the season worsens, so does her ability to look past the trouble being caused.

She steps close to the trio, and if young Manzanita allows her, she wraps her tail around the child. "This season is meant to remind cats like us to stay sharp on our skills," Serpent says, looking to the other adults for a bit of support, "If we had it easy for every season we walked through... well, we'd be no better than lounging kittypets, then."