Open SC Escape from the City - Hunger Games

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Freshkill
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Pronouns
He/Him
Played by
StormyBuckets


Still so young, Desperate for attention!




indentttThe relative warmth of Shadowclans territory is one of it's few upsides. Here, far from the shelter of the wetlands, the air is colder, numbing the nose and ears as it whistles by. Mothbite sticks to the side of the Twoleg den as he walks, shielding himself from the weather.
"I swear, I smell something over this way."

indentttWith the prey in their own territory so scarce, some Shadowclan cats have taken to drastic measures in order to fill their bellies. Mothbite has no issues with stealing from their lovely neighbors, but sometimes he just want something a bit more... low risk. Though it's a bit of a hike, Twolegplace is poorly defended. And it's absolutely full of food. That's what he's heard, anyways.

indenttt"This way! I totally smell it!" Before he was Mothbite, Moth had spent several nights scrounging up food with his sisters. He'd gotten familiar with the scent of kittypet food, disgusting to taste but so incredibly filling. He'd heard, from cats in the colony, that Twolegs would sometimes leave the stuff out for loners and rouges. In times like these, he's not going to give up a meal, no matter how nasty.

indentttMothbite is practically skipping as he leads the patrol towards the source of the smell. He bounces around a corner, white tail-tip bobbing proudly in the air, only to discover that they aren't the first to arrive.

indentttThere's a little... mouse, thing, covered in sharp looking needles. When it sees the cats approaching, it puffs up, needles sticking out of it's body at dangerous-looking angles. All the while, it huffs and snorts, making it's displeasure well known.

indenttt"The hell? What are we supposed to do about this guy?" Mothbite whines. Resolute in his quest for dinner, he slinks towards the strange beast. It turns to keep him in eyesight. Gently, a delicate black paw is lifted from the ground, hovering above the animal before, in an instant, striking down. "FUCK! It hurts!" Mothbite instantly recoils, holding his paw close to his chest as he steps away.

indenttt"Dammit. Came all this way to get our food stolen by some little punk."



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