Gotta hit the ground before the moon comes down. Get your beak into the dirt.
'Cause the birds out there still waking up are the last to get their worm
'Cause the birds out there still waking up are the last to get their worm
BULLET, He/Him / 45 moons / Rustclaw - Scavenger
Red/Black tortoiseshell (where the pattern looks like a hardhat), has some light scarring on their muzzle and dull orange-yellow eyes
Son of TANK & CASTLE, sibling to BUNKER & FORT
A rather bold and strict sort of cat, stubborn and takes his beliefs or code incredibly seriously, fiercely loyal to those he cares about and extra standoffish to those that are considered enemies
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Red/Black tortoiseshell (where the pattern looks like a hardhat), has some light scarring on their muzzle and dull orange-yellow eyes
Son of TANK & CASTLE, sibling to BUNKER & FORT
A rather bold and strict sort of cat, stubborn and takes his beliefs or code incredibly seriously, fiercely loyal to those he cares about and extra standoffish to those that are considered enemies
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Left, right, left, right. A steady pace made by an even steadier cat. Bullet had completed his tasks for the day already. It wasn't uncommon for him to do, he had a particular and strict routine that he imposed upon himself even beyond any requests or orders given by Nonna. Bullet was always like this really, some argued that this attitude of his was present even as a kitten and most didn't really question it. He was a proper and dependable soldier. However, those that knew him, the few that really knew him... They knew better, they knew there was more to him. Just as he had gone above and beyond with his duty, did more than was asked of him purely because he chose to do so, there was more to him as an individual. Scrappy, survivor, strict. All things he was. Spirited, steadfast, supportive... All things he was too. All of these things, in his mind, made the best kind of scavenger.
So, now saddled with some sizable free time, Bullet had taken to the streets beyond the kingdom of rust to see just what he could find. He wasn't against some of his fellow Rustclaws accompanying, but he made certain to specify that it would be under his guidance which deterred most.
In any case, out he went, prowling the streets through secret paths and vantage points usually only taken by Rustclaws or particularly daring kittypets and loners. Finding himself atop a small shed, Bullet checked his surroundings. It seemed to be a largely abandoned skate park with some overgrown foliage and a fallen tree in a half pipe. Maybe Brick and the other scrap collectors might find something useful here later today? Bullet made a note to tell them it was a point of interest if he deemed it safe.
Hopping down from the shed, Bullet moved to investigate...
So, now saddled with some sizable free time, Bullet had taken to the streets beyond the kingdom of rust to see just what he could find. He wasn't against some of his fellow Rustclaws accompanying, but he made certain to specify that it would be under his guidance which deterred most.
In any case, out he went, prowling the streets through secret paths and vantage points usually only taken by Rustclaws or particularly daring kittypets and loners. Finding himself atop a small shed, Bullet checked his surroundings. It seemed to be a largely abandoned skate park with some overgrown foliage and a fallen tree in a half pipe. Maybe Brick and the other scrap collectors might find something useful here later today? Bullet made a note to tell them it was a point of interest if he deemed it safe.
Hopping down from the shed, Bullet moved to investigate...
And even when the table's full, only the foolish slow-down—
I've been around long enough to know there ain't enough to go 'round!
I've been around long enough to know there ain't enough to go 'round!