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[LEOPARDSHARK]

LEOPARD, -- 8 moons / loner - shipyard cat
-- warm chocolate spotted tabby tom with green eyes and low white
-- sassy, intelligent, charming, cunning with a rather large ego
Tagging epimetheus

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One would dare to wonder why such a young soul had been traversing the terrain alone. The visibility of a dull pelt and his slender, lanky frame indicated that he had been without prey for some time. His ears pinned to his cranium, the sign of agitation growing within him. All he wanted was a place to rest his paws. Time after time, rogues had fought him for his resting place and he could barely fight anymore. His energetic soul had dimmed to this shell of a cat. Paws dragged along the ground, crimson caking the hues of warm ivory - from the looks of it, his own. The felidae felt heavy, his whole body dragging as he stepped. One could see the misfortune that had been bestowed upon the crown. Heavy was the crown.

Leopard, as he was properly named, managed to find the strength to look up on the horizon. The shipyard. He had heard whispers of cats living there. Those that were hesitant towards outsiders, but wouldn't harm him. The place he sought to rest his head. A smile curls his lips weakly as his eyes roll back and he collapsed on the ground. His breath still present, the sound of a soft snore another hint that he was still alive. His exhaustion evident on his pelt, his eyes were sunken, his poor paws scraped up. The hunger haunted his dreams, the scent of prey a distant memory.

Any cat that tried to wake him up would find it very difficult to do so. The leopard-like cat's body finally have caved to its needs. The pull of slumber and rest had won, dragging him into REM sleep easily. Barely a twitch came from Leopard as he slept, not a choice he would have made - especially out in the open.

 

[GARNET]

The sea breeze carries with it the tang of copper as Garnet prowls the territory for prey. Something fresh and warm blooded to bring back to Knot, a change of pace from the bony fish they've pulled from the shallows recently.

Her tracking skills do not bring a meal to fruition, rather a roughed up soul resting on the ground.

"Oh dear," Garnet murmurs as she approaches Leopard, hesitation weighing upon dainty paws until she is certain he is actually asleep and not trying to trick her by pretending. "You're banged up and scuffed up something awful, honey," the golden molly adds as her eyes wander crimson dipped paw pads and lanky frame — the poor boy was in need of a meal and a safer place to rest.

The sound of approaching pawsteps make her ears swivel and Garnet glances over her shoulder at whoever approaches. "We should get him back to the shed before the elements worsen his situation," she says to her fellow shipyard companion. Either he'd wake up while they moved him or he'd wake up somewhere warmer and safer… and hopefully he'd wake up agreeable. She didn't feel like sparring or battling today.

 

[Tugger]

TUGGER, 39 moons / SHIPYARD CAT
A large red tom with dark copper eyes and a very flat face; scarred all over
Mate to RAM and GOLDIE, father of GRUMBLE and LILY
Prone to grumbling, snarky comments, judgmental opinions, and general asshole-ish-ness
Tagging LEOPARD, GARNET

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Tugger's own ears flatten at the sight of the boy, his dad-senses ricocheting off the charts. He couldn't be too much older than his own girls, or Smoke's or Willow's kids for that matter, and yet he was out here, alone and cold. He nodded a quick affirmative toward Garnet, his neck fur ruffling up as a particularly harsh gale coasted over his pelt. "Do you want me to wake him or should I? Y'know I ain't got the lightest touch..."

A bit of an over-reaction (fatherhood had softened him to gooey marshmallow status, if he were ever to be honest with himself or the outside world) but he held his copper eyes firm, unwaveringly dark and glaring despite the shuffling of totally-not-concerned paws. "Willow... she'll have a good idea what t' do 'bout all the cuts 'n bruises."

 

[KNOT]

She had grown restless waiting for Garnet to return, so restless that she had made it her duty that day to join the she-cat out on the land. The long-legged jewel had never been too difficult to find, in such a Twoleg-crafted territory, pale fur and cinnamon spots stood out well against the dreary greys and whites. But, as she smiled towards the back of the other's head, she noticed the other's ears swivel back, Tugger's arrival and subsequent murmurings highlighting something seemed wrong.

Knot moved closer, scrambling across the uneven ground until her eyes locked onto a sleeping figure (she hoped sleeping, they could very much be dead, snores simply an ideal consequence of something burrowing into his lungs). She chewed the side of her jaw, heart panging in empathy for the young tom. A time ago, it had been her, now, she recognised how much she would've appreciated if someone had helped her out.

At least the Shipyard cats could do that for Leopard, when a soft breath indicated that he was, in fact, alive.

"Let him rest, yeah? Poor thing's gonna wrestle with death if we jostle 'im around too much," she cooed, a slight exaggeration, perhaps, but her bright eyes couldn't see the extent of his wounds and a nagging worry in the back of her mind was only exhasperated by the taste of copper on her tongue. "Maybe wake him up all nice-like. Anyone able to hunt? Put some fish near his nose?"



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[willowburn]

(☾) "i heard my name!" speak of the cat and they will appear. willow rounds the corner, a minnow flopping from their slightly dripping jaws. they find the sunlit form of their friend tugger, and the two slender bodies of garnet and knot. "what's going on?" slender paws carry the feline closer, where they will halt, spotting the half-alive young one. concern clouds their verdant gaze and they set their kill down, tipping their head. "not an ideal place for a nap," they quip, and move closer, bending to sniff the young tom's wounds. "he's out like a kit."

willow turns back to the gathered cats, brow furrowed. "would one of you be a darling and find some cobwebs or something to patch him up?" she's no medicinal expert, but she has been in enough scrapes, and has helped smoke heal enough times that she has some idea. clean the wound, bind it with cobwebs, hope for the best is her strategy.

gaze back on the slumbering boy, willow flicks their tail, moving a few lengths away as to not startle the poor thing. "hey there, young one," they murmur, nodding to knot as she offers her idea. "good point," they tell the older woman. "want to slide that minnow over?"

WITH THE ECHOING HYMN ☾ OF MY FELLOW PASSERINE

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• WILLOW ☾ SHE / THEY, SHIP-YARD CAT. 30 MOONS OLD, PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a lithe black smoke feline with ghost striping and leaf green eyes. long smoky fur dashed through with grey and white adorns her frame, sliced across by darker stripes that frame her face and legs. eyes like sage, brilliantly green, gaze with an intelligent look. she is scarred across the bridge of her angular nose.

 

[LEOPARDSHARK]

LEOPARD, -- 8 moons / loner - shipyard cat
-- warm chocolate spotted tabby tom with green eyes and low white
-- sassy, intelligent, charming, cunning with a rather large ego
Tagging epimetheus

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The unconscious form shocked itself awake with a jolt after it came to hear voices around him. He hissed and curled his back, the fur standing on edge. His claws unsheathed, his tail puffed up behind him. Leopard looked at the four cats, each of them a bit larger than him. The exhaustion still deep in his bones, the weakness setting in. He fell to the ground again, at their mercy. The chocolate tabby felidae pinned his ears, he wanted to run and hide as he had done for so many moons, but here he was. Barely able to stand on his own, fatigued. The 8 moon old felt a bit...helpless.

What did he even say at this point? What could he do to get away from a certain fight, right? The feline wondered why they had not already disposed of him. If they were hostile, they would have taken the opportunity to murder him in his sleep. Wouldn't they have? Unless they were toying with him and saving his demise for later. It didn't seem like it. Hadn't one of them said something about fetching cobwebs? Leopard heard the mention of minnow as he recalled what he had heard and his stomach began to rumble. "Would it be alright if I have the minnow, please?" His voice was polite, little did they know that he was normally sassy and a bit cunning when he spoke. Right now, he needed food. He needed healing. He needed help.

The green eyes rested on the body of the fish, its metallic sheen a pleasant one. The smell, despite a bit...off-putting...called to him. It beckoned him to eat if he was given the freshkill to dine on. His rose-hued tongue passed over his ivory daggers. "Oh, right. Manners. Sorry for trespassing. My name is Leopard. I was looking for this group I heard about. I think you might be them. They said something about a friendly group of cats residing in a shipyard...Not a lot of loners are looking for a companion. After my family left, well, I've been on my own. Been chased away from every spot I thought was safe. So, I was hoping to have a place to rest my head at night..."