TW: Sensitive Content PAFP Loner/Rogue CAN I SURVIVE 100 DAYS IN THE FOREST ALONE AS A BABY ───〃⟢ starving kitten

[Iconoclast]

{$title} Mentions of a dead cat & starvation!

ICONOCLAST

noun: iconoclast; a person who attacks cherished beliefs or institutions.

He was alone, but what was new. The old tom who was caring for him, and by caring he meant the most bare minimum, wasn't moving anymore. Something big had hit him and now he was next to that rumbling black pathway with red pooling the cold ground around him; there was so much of it and the kitten didn't know if he was supposed to do something about that. When he asked there was only silence, when he touched there was only stiffness. The old cat was gone, he knew this deep down on a level that all creatures understood death but he didn't have a word for it and he didn't quite grasp the implications of it. Iconoclast, as he was named, only knew that he was abandoned once more.

The red tipped kitten couldn't linger by the corpse, it was growing too cold to wait around and with the adult who fed him no longer able to he was left with little choice but to wander and hope something changed. Ico knew hunting, Ico knew you had to chase the small things that bled and screamed to bite them and eat them, but he didn't know much more than that so his early efforts were clumsy and loud and he could only whine as mice scattered into holes and birds fluttered away before he even got close. Small paws kneaded the ground, his mouth open as he gazed up at a chittering squirrel and willed it to fling itself down into his maw but it only scurried higher.
Hunger wasn't a new experience, but it did not often last this long; the gnawing and the ache distracted him. The dizziness made it hard to focus. With little else to do, he kept walking. Walking. Walking. The scent of the world changed into something new, something odd, but he didn't stop to consider it. Somewhere here there was blood smell and with hope, it was the kind he could eat...

Ooc- PAFP @Marbleshine

There will come a soldier who carries a mighty sword-He will tear your city down.

Iconoclast

— loner
— he/him
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
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[Marbleshine]

In the morning when I wake and the sun is coming through
Oh, you fill my lungs with sweetness and you fill my head with you

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Tiny... It was just a tiny mouse that she had managed to capture, and even so the tiny mouse made her feel like she had just climbed a mountain and came on top victorious... Her heart swelled at the sight and a small smile curled upon her maw. Perhaps she would still be of use to Sablestar and he would not have to kick her out... Perhaps she would learn how to.... How to be more than she was at the moment. If that dumb leg of her just worked along.

A soft huff as she pushed herself to her paws, her ears swiveling. She had gone to hunt alone, having found that she would only burden other cats if she were put in a hunting patrol and she did not want them to fail a catch because of HER flailing... But... What she heard now didn't appear to be a cat of her clan, no... Instead she moved forward and almost bounced into a small cat, her eyes wide.

" ... O-oh... Hello there... Are you lost... ? " she meowed, worry gnawing at her heart as she quickly looked around and placed the mouse down before her. How did the little one got on ShadowClan territory? How long until other clan mates found her? Oh no, they would banish the kid of the territory... There were too many mouths to feed. Too many kits...

" U-uhm... Is your.. Is your ma somewhere around? Do you have a place to call home? " the question came, her eyes widening a bit. Oh please say you do. " I can.. I can take you home! " ended the molly, praying she could do so before things went wrong.

Speech, thoughts/emphasis

29 MOONS

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[Grayflight]

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Hunting had been, as usual, rough. Even though he wasn't campbound from his rat bite, the twinge of ache certainly didn't help his hunting skills. The tom had taken to licking at the silver leaves the Twolegs would discard from their monsters, though the grease and salt didn't do much for him, just to get a little more energy as he worked to provide for his Clanmates. All he had to show for today's efforts thus far was a skinny frog - barely enough meat for a proper meal.

The scent of mouse and a Clanmate reached his nose, and he loped along the muddy ground to see Marbleshine with her catch, and...

Oh StarClan, not again!

The last time he and Marbleshine had found a lost kit and tried to help, their leader had laid into the both of them before they'd even had the opportunity to learn whether the kit had a home or not! And with the prey growing even more scarce, if the two of them were found like this again...

At least, at the moment, he couldn't scent Sablestar, so he crept closer to Marbleshine and the little creature. Even if their leader showed up, he couldn't let a kit in need simply suffer.

"Marbleshine," he whispered. "We may want to hide in case Sablestar comes by... I wanna help them too, but he reacted really poorly last time..." Grayflight looked over to the kit, giving them a slow blink and smile.

"We'll help you out, little one. Don't worry."

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Tagging: @Marbleshine @Iconoclast

BIO

ShadowClan Thief
60 moons || he/him
SPEECH || THOUGHTS

 

[SABLESTAR]

SABLESTAR
he/him
sixty-three moons
shadowclan leader

PENNED BY gonkpilled

A shame he had come to learn the harshness of survival with so many bleeding hearts in his midst. While the rain had made its return to the pocosin and prey suddenly depleted and left their lands nearly barren Sablestar was forced to keep the Clan afloat by any means necessary. It drew the urge to make hard calls, ones his heart did not always want to follow but his mind knew was the only way to keep going. Lest they watch one another wither away, too weak to even hunt for the meager amounts they had managed.

It hard forced the tuxedo to fall absent from his den for longer hours than usual. His presence lingering later in the day and earlier from dusk, sleep was hard to achieve with a growling belly after all.

Sablestar could have sworn he had come across this before. Marbleshine and Grayflight in the presence of a lone kit. His teeth clenched together in silent frustration, announcing himself with a lash of his tail rustling the brush around them. "I don't care what you do with it." Came his growl. "But home is not here." He looked down at Iconoclast in his all his weak glory before tearing his gaze away. He must stand by the name of his Clan's survival so that they may later thrive.

"I'm going to finish my hunt, and this have better been handled with by the time I am done. You do not want me to deal with this for you, or you'll be thrown right in with him." He blinked between the two of them sternly. He did not care to hear anymore about it, whether they threw prey at the scrawny kit or not it wasn't a matter he sought to dirty his paws with unless the pair were truly so defiant as to test his word. Sablestar turned from them sharply to follow through on his plan, leaving them with Iconoclast.

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OOC: quick in n out!

 

[Nettlefrost]

Nettlefrost
He/Him
23 Moons
ShadowClan Warrior & Thief

PENNED BY Sheogorath

Hunt ruined. The crow flapped it's great black wings and though Nettlefrost could not see it's departure, he heard the wind beneath it's bitter lift-off. Teeth gnashed in frustration, ears angled toward the source of the disturbance. Voices he recognized. Voices of his clan-mates. The warrior lashed his tail, spit fury silently into the wind, leaving breath to fade like frost as he marched toward the scene, heard the words and smelled the scent of stranger. Sablestar is intense. Firm. His voice like a note of finality within life itself. A death sentence for those who could not even defend themselves. A child.

And yet...

Nettlefrost can't even disagree with it. Perhaps his heart had been chilled by leaf-bare. Or perhaps his hunger had swallowed what remained of his own soul. The blind tom isn't sure. Doesn't care. Only knows that it's cold, and he's starving, and ShadowClan couldn't afford anymore losses. They didn't even know who this was. A rogue. A loner. It didn't matter, really. What mattered was that it was too young to hunt.

"We can't." He reasons aloud. His empty gaze settles on the mud at his numbed paws, the emphasis of his words hanging in the air like the axe of a grim executioner. It's wrong. He knows it is. But he's starving. They all were. They just couldn't risk it. Survival often meant making hard decisions, and this was one of them. "We have enough mouths to feed." And he's all too aware of his own disability. Of the fact that some in his clan viewed him as a burden, though he had fought so hard against the very idea. But he doesn't need to say anymore. Sablestar had been clear enough, and Nettlefrost only meant to explain why, even though the explanation probably fell upon their minds like winter's harsh rain.

"Maybe... we can drop him over the border to another clan. They might take him." It's said quietly toward Grayflight and Marbleshine, as if Nettlefrost were afraid of his leader hearing his own words. Giving an enemy clan another future warrior... he knows it's foolish. And yet, at least the kit would live. At least Nettlefrost would sleep that night without regret.

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[bluegale bluegale]

REPAY ME IN KIND

Bluegale is by no means a bleeding heart. After all, it had not been so many moons ago now that he, too, had turned away joiners when the famine had first begun. Still, here he finds a hot shame building in his throat and burning in his chest. He prickles uncomfortably as he watches Grayflight and Marbleshine fawn over the pitiful white bundle of fur. But there is something else in there too when he sees that Sablestar is among them. He grows rigid, listening silently as the leader gives his directives. There is something disquieting about how sharp the leader has grown in the thinning sharpness of winter.

The feeling is forgotten quickly. Bluegale strides forward as Sablestar turns from the pair of ShadowClan cats- the same ones who had been there the last time both he and Sablestar had turned away a kit- as if suddenly remembering his place. "I'll see to it that this," the tomcat gestures emptily with a white-tipped paw as if he is pointing at carrion "Is taken care of." He knows that Sablestar doesn't need to confirm what Bluegale has affirmed he would do. His tail twitches and he narrows his eyes at his clanmates. Ironic, he thinks, that it's these two once again. Bluegale decides to leave it alone after a few long moments.

"It can walk," he states flatly. A stupid observation that any of them can see, but one that's meant to get the ball rolling nonetheless. The blue-furred tomcat nods in agreement at Nettlefrost's words, relieved to be evenly matched with the pair of bleeding hearts now that Sablestar has turned to leave. "Nettlefrost is right," he affirms "ThunderClan surely has enough bounty to feed a starving kit." There's a sneering lilt to his voice. An implication that the self-righteousness lying just over the thunderpath might be enough to keep a strange kit fed; and to keep Sablestar off their tails, too.

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⊹ bluegale is a shadowclan night guard who is gregarious and loud.
⊹ 45 moons old, ages on the first day of each month.
⊹ currently mentoring ghostpaw, formerly mentored websight.
⊹ in battle, physically difficult and psychologically easy
⊹ his parents are swan x meister and he is siblings to halfshade and hollowmist.
⊹ penned by carat, see his tags here.