Territory Loner/Rogue HEY! HO! LET'S GO! [ KIT JOINER ]

[MULBERRY's icon MULBERRY MULBERRY]

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He has been hidden in this den for, frankly, far too long. His father said he'd be back with food soon, but that soon had turned into minutes which had turned into hours. There is a lingering scent in the air he can't tell what is ( at the very least, they know it isn't food ). Mulberry covers his nose with his tail but all it really does is tickle him and a sneeze soon follows — the dried leaves scattered by his paws are sent flying, one neatly falling on top of his head as if in mockery of his current situation.

The kitten huffs in annoyance, stomach growling as his hunger grows. Angrily getting up to his paws, Mulberry marches out of the den with his ears pinned to his head. "Daaaaaaaaaaaad!" The brown-and-white kit yowls, only to be met by the eerie silence of the forest. Tail lashing, he kicks up a pile of leaves. "I'm hungry!" Mulberry tries again, his howls doing nothing but cause birds to fly off into the distance. . . and for them to grow hungrier.

OOC // Dad is assumed missing/dead because of the dog!

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MULBERRY

ROGUE KITTEN
he / they, demi-boy
04 moons old, ages on the 20th.
npc x npc

SPEECH // THOUGHTS // INTERACTION

penned by nocthymia

 

[Copperstorm]

You walk along the edge of danger
AND IT WILL CHANGE YOU

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Copperstorm moved with practiced stealth, golden eyes fixed on the plump vole ahead. Prey was leaner now, leaf-bare creeping in with each cold breath of wind and Dewshine needed every scrap of fresh-kill he could bring her. His muscles coiled, ready to spring until... A sharp cry split the air. A kit's voice. Copperstorm faltered, nearly losing the vole as it bolted. His claws just barely snagged it before it escaped into the undergrowth. He let out a tense huff, heart still racing, not from the hunt, but from the lingering echo of that call.

A kit? Out here? Not one of theirs, the voice didn't match any familiar mew. Still crouched low, he crept through the bushes, ears straining, every sense on alert. " ... Hello? " he called, voice hushed but urgent. " Who's there? " A breeze shifted. His nostrils flared. The scent was faint, but unmistakably dog. Copperstorm's hackles bristled. A dog... Could it be the same beast that had taken Cedarsnap... And Sweetpetal?

" Kit? " His voice grew sharper, more commanding. " Keep talking, I'll find you. " He pushed through a thicket and nearly collided nose-to-nose with a tiny shape crouched in the leaves. Wide eyes. Trembling whiskers. Far too young to be alone. Copperstorm froze just a heartbeat, golden gaze softening.

" ... Hello. " he murmured again, quieter this time, gentler. " Are you alright? "

Speech, thoughts/emphasis

36 MOONS

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THUNDERCLAN

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[TORRIDPAW TORRIDPAW]

✦∘𓈒・ Hunting is not Torridpaw's strong suit—though, neither is battle. Or tracking, or any of the tasks they have always viewed as jobs for big, tough warriors like their father. Blisteringfury is nearby, surely, and the apprentice only hopes that their parent does not see their failure. But before they can become too embarrassed by the idea of falling short on their duties, a sudden cry rings out and the storm guard ahead of them nearly loses his own catch. Torridpaw's nose scrunches up and they pad after Copperstorm, much less stealthy on too-long limbs as they pass through the foliage. It isn't long before their party comes across a kit, all on their lonesome and crying out. They are a small thing, merely a scrap of fur too small to be out here alone. And they are crying out for... their dad? "Where is this dad you seek, bold little one?" They chirp to the kit, bright eyes wide with curiosity. Have they and Copperstorm stumbled upon a lost kit, or an abandoned one? "And just what is that dreadful scent?" They can't quite distinguish what it is—some sort of prey, mayhaps? He looks to Copperstorm expecting an answer, but the tom seems preoccupied with ensuring that the kit is alright. A noble quest, yet one that leaves Torridpaw a bit nervous. They've never scented such a thing before, in their knowledge, and it's the not knowing that unsettles them.

i’m the singer ✧✧✧ and the song

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  TORRIDPAW ✦∘𓈒・ he/she/they, apprentice of thunderclan
  ✧ longhaired tortoiseshell with high white and golden eyes.
  ✧ loud and bright, tries hard to be the best they can be at every task.
  ✧ peaceful or healing powerplay is allowed ; enjoys physical contact
  ✧ played by foxlore

 

[BLISTERINGFURYBLISTERINGFURY's icon]

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The shrill cries of a kit out in the forest made the fur along his spine lift upwards and he knows that if that scrap of fur had any chance of living, he'd need to find them right away, he spares a quick glance in the direction of his apprentice as he snaps swiftly at her "Be swift, we need to find that kit." He slinks forward with both of his ears tilted forward in the direction of where he had heard the kit crying out for someone and eventually, he stumbles upon Copperstorm finding the bicolored tomkit first.

Its enough to cause a sigh of relief to slip from his jaws only to allow his narrowed gaze to settle onto the kitten with a frown still present on his scarred features, the patchwork tom spares a glance towards the Storm Guard "I'll keep an eye out for... the dog." A quick pause to access the scent that lingers within the air that surrounds them and he turns to his apprentice, "Don't let your guard down."

Blisteringfury only becomes more tense at the sight of Torridpaw arriving at the scene too and isn't able to discern the scent of a mutt, his ear flicks to the side, and he doesn't hesitate to answer his child "It's dog. Be sure to remember it well as its a threat to us." His nose twitches at the smell of dog only to wrinkle with disgust, he didn't even want to imagine what had happened to the young kit's father, and the thought alone is enough to make his stomach churn with unease.

// appy tag @tenebrouspaw

ARE YOU MAN ENOUGH TO TAKE THE BLAME FOR THIS?

BLISTERINGFURY

THUNDERCLAN WARRIOR
TRANS MASC x HE/THEY/IT​

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"speech", thoughts, attacking
a longhaired tortoiseshell with several scars littering his body from the battle that broke out between the split colonies, a cruel reminder to the betrayal that he felt that day, and has a pair of emerald toned eyes. he has patches of ivory on his body along with more smoky gray spots near his cheeks, limbs, and tail.
parent of flickerdance, searingpaw, torridpaw, gutsypaw, and tenebrouspaw ; ex-mate of dunehusk and blacktree ; currently not interested in seeking out serious relationships or courting anyone

venom and sharpened words are normally thrown out from his jaws whenever he ends up on a patrol near shadowclan. this doesn't lessen in the slightest when he catches sight of his old flames either, if anything, he only feels angry and brandishes that anger as a weapon. the moggy isn't friendly to anyone outside of thunderclan and he's especially unkind to shadowclan.

 

[MULBERRY's icon MULBERRY MULBERRY]

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His calls are answered, though not by their father. Mulberry's gaze loses it's spark when the rustle of the undergrowth reveals a muscular chocolate-furred tom, golden eyes staring right at him. Mulberry takes a few steps back, though this tom doesn't seem hostile — in fact, his whole demeanor seems to soften as he approaches. Regardless, Mulberry keeps his guard up; his father had told him as much - to be careful in the wild. "Hi," They greet, white-tail fluffed out in a feeble attempt at appearing intimidating. "Have y'seen my dad?" He feels alright, looks alright. Truly, all they want is for their dad to show up with some food. "Am hungry."

Soon enough, others show up— one asking where his dad is, only for Mulberry to huff in annoyance. "If I knew where he was I wouldn't be callin' for 'im!" They grunt, ear flicking dismissively. "He's been gone for a while. Out lookin' for food." While wary, perhaps these cats could help him find his dad, and then they'd be on their way after eating. Mulberry blinks, shuffling his paws. One of the other cats says the weird smell was dog. Did something happen to his da? "You sure you haven't seen him?" The cold breeze ruffles his fur and he shivers, suddenly worried. "Maybe I should wait for 'im in our den." He wouldn't be opposed if they offered some company, though. . .

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MULBERRY

ROGUE KITTEN
he / they, demi-boy
04 moons old, ages on the 20th.
npc x npc
SPEECH // THOUGHTS // INTERACTION

penned by nocthymia