{$title} not necessarily a sensitive topics thread, but there is mention of dumped kittens and whatnot!

// follows this thread from here!
His paws ached, but Salt thoroughly resisted being picked up and carried. He doesn't care if Boar ended up swinging from one of the stranger's jaws, but the gild of moonlight over his back was enough light to keep an eye on both of his brothers. Salt's ears pressed against his skull, trading looks between them, ensuring they hadn't attempted to break free, to ensure that these strangers weren't carrying them to their deaths. There might have been idle conversation, but Salt couldn't care less. The buzzing in his skull didn't ease, on constant look out for... for danger.
Salt swallowed as they made it to camp. The scent alone told him it was packed, like the mill, but he wasn't going to run. Not without his brothers. They pushed through a gorse tunnel, traveling into camp. It felt more.. open to the moonlight, a cloudless night that it was, vision stealing towards the sky. She, the moon, a constant reminder that they were alive. Ever waning and blooming. One of the cats in the mill, on the older side- which was a rarity- often told Salt about the moon, which he barely got to peek from out of the clear barrier that kept them all contained. Each and everytime, however, it was... comforting.
It was one of the only things keeping him rooted, if not just his brothers. Regardless, even under the moon's watchful gaze, Salt could feel the press of eyes from everywhere. Cats did not sleep, there were guards for the camp, cats only slightly bigger then Salt poking their heads from a den. Salt finally spoke up, voice thick with apprehension, moving closer to where Ice dangled from Dewshine's mouth. "Where are we." He demanded to know, ears flattening against his skull, resisting the urge to flash his teeth as those that looked on.
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// pinging those in the last thread... bear w/ me lol, but no need to wait for them!!
// @icekit @Boar @Dewshine @Copperstorm @GHOSTSTRIKE @burningdawn
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SALT he/her, to-be thunderclanner, 3 moons
☆ a small lh blue mink with low white, sharp aqua eyes, and a feral disposition.
☆ mentored by who / mentoring no one
☆ whichever relations / want listed
☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
☆ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
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