Shipyard Dumpster Diving in the Port district [Open]

[GravelPath]

Gravel drags their gaze along the horizon, stepping out slightly from the flotsam and garbage that had acted as their cover. Their nose twitched - the smell of fish and sewage was too strong to point out any potential rivals, but it would provide cover for the colony's party as well. They flicked their tail forward, signaling for the others to follow as they moved ahead.

Their target was a little while away from the shore itself - within a nest of twoleg dens, there was a dumping site teeming with abandoned food. Not just measly scraps and twoleg food, but full, fat fish, only slightly older than was ideal. It was a risky play, though. The dumpster was well known, and while the food was rarely ever picked completely dry, fights could break out over the best of the bunch. If they could get their first, they would get a meal to fill their bellies and make their fur shine, but if they were late, a battle could break out, further tiring the exhausted cats. It was a risk Gravel was more than willing to make, in order to sate the gnawing of their stomach.

 

[Smoke]

all you have is your

FIRE

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He was aware of the cats of the forests, it was far enough away he rarely thought of them and the one time they had wandered out here they had been chased off by the cats at the dock, back when the ships still visited and the cats were plentiful. Now they had spread thin, several gone and several more leaving to find a future away from the water's edge. Part of him knew deep down this was no place to raise a family, the ships had brought fish before and scraps had been plentiful then but now they had to scrounge through the twoleg trash like common strays and it was not only demeaning but not sustainable. Smoke's healthy diet of fish scrap and whatever bits of food had been tossed his way before had not lasted long after the kits, he had grown thinner over moons, maintained his lean figure still and his bulk but there was a distinct ridge of ribs showing now that his scruffy black coat could not hide.
It wasn't often he went out this far for food, but desperation drove him into the territory where rogues wandered and twolegs with long sticks often chased them all away the second they were spotted. He knew the place well enough, easily clambered onto the edge of the large metal bin and perched to look down into the depths of gruel and bits and pieces of twoleg trash mixed with various strange food he could not even begin to name. He had not even begun considering which looked edible, hunting for the fish tossed here primarily, when he heard it. Pawsteps. The fur along his spine bristled as he turned, paws firmly planted on the edge of the dumpster as his single eye narrowed forward. The scent of the forest was strong, stronger than even the twoleg scraps beneath him. Those colony cats. This was nowhere near their territory and while no cat owned this area he would be damned if he let those feral ingrates come creeping onto the turf that was once primarily shipcats only.
"Forest fools, you've got about a few seconds to beat it before I beat you."

─ & the place you need to reach.

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  Smoke

  
  — Future RiverClanner (Shipcat)
  — He/Him
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  — Solid black tom w/vitiligo and one orange eye.
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[Garlicheart]

She's never been out this way before! It was a whole new adventure. Maisie has ventured farther than ever with her trusty colony mates to find food for the colony! Sure, this place is really smelly and funny looking, but it was new to her, which made it amazing. What stuff was there to eat here? Would there be mice? Were there..... Land fish??? She was going to find out the truth....

Or would she?

Even though she was doing her best to keep quiet like all good hunters do, it seems she was noticed anyways by an intimidating looking tom. She lowers her ears. "Sorry, mister... We aren't looking for any trouble, just some food..." She explains, but gets the feeling this guy is going to come down here and beat them up anyways.

 

[GravelPath]

Gravel's fur bristles for just a moment, before smoothing back down as they regain their composure. His presence may have been a surprise, but a single tomcat was still nothing to worry about. Gravel could tell he was nearly as haggard as their own party, not to mention outnumbered.

Even if they could fight, it would be exhausting. Getting into scraps with street rats was hardly worth Gravel's time, and they'd rather not get their paws dirty.

They smiled serenely up at the stranger.

"Sorry to intrude. We were just looking to get enough food - for all of us."

They flicked their tail towards their companions. Perhaps the scraggly tom would back down once he realized the forest cats had the advantage of numbers.