Open Border Wake up alone and I’ll be forgotten || ew hunger [loner/ joiner]

[Cozy]

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Cozy

The young cat hurled her entire body at the mouse, grabbing it with fangs and claws. She held her breath, expecting the mouse to slip away like the others before it, but it did not. Cozy was so relieved that she could cry.

Most of the time she remained hungry after hunting alone. She was terribly cold at night when she slept alone. It was a terrible thing to live alone. She didn't even have the energy anymore to groom the growing mats in her long fur. Who was going to see her? What would be the point?

Cozy desperately wanted to go home, but then everyone would see her as a failure, unable to survive in the wild by herself. She was so confident that she'd prove them wrong… But time dragged on when you're trying to ration food. Shaken by adrenaline, she opened her paws to see her catch mangled but thankfully not moving. Laying on the ground, her large tail bounced happily behind her. Now she had food for a few days.

Then she heard it, a sound, not a small sound of something little either. Cozy sprung to her paws, her long cream fur bristling up, as she stood protectively over her food. Trees hid predators of all kinds, like foxes, bears, and all sorts of spooky things that could certainly make her their lunch and her mouse their snack.

"Go away! Go away right now I'm not joking." She hisses at the unfamiliar forest around her, legs shaking uncontrollably. Harshly her stomach rumbled, so she stood her ground. If push came to shove, she'd have no choice but to run. Quickly she sunk her teeth in the mouse and took a bite.

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Cozy // she/them // 6 moons old// Loner to Thunderclan apprentice

A ticked apricot colored cat with a large orange tail.

mentored by none
NPC x NPC

penned by Ghostnoodles ↛ frieddnoodles on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[Copperstorm]

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

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Copperstorm stepped silently from the undergrowth, his golden eyes catching the faint light as they locked onto the small figure crouched over her meal. His gaze narrowed, not in malice, but with growing concern as he took in her sharp ribs, the way she devoured the prey like she hadn't eaten in days. And yet despite her hunger she still had the spirit to hiss at him. She was starving. And still she had fire. That, he respected. But it begged the question: Where was her family? Briefly, his thoughts flicked to Fogsight. Could she be one of the tom's kits? No… No, that didn't track. Fogsight treated the kit he had with such love, he didn't seem the type to save one kit and abandon another. So then... Who was this child?

His voice, when it came, was low and steady. Gruff, but not unkind. " I'm afraid I have no intention of leaving, kit. " He let the words settle for a moment, not moving any closer. His head tilted slightly, a faint frown forming. " Eat easy, lest you want to give yourself a stomach ache... I'm not here to take your prey. You caught it yourself, fair and square, from what I saw. " With a slow, deliberate motion, he sat down, giving her space but not looking away. She was so small. Scrawny. A scrap of a thing… but alive. And alone.

" Where's your mother? " he asked gently, the question a quiet thread of concern beneath the deeper tones of his voice.

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[Cozy]

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Cozy

The threat is not what she expected, but it is nonetheless terrible, with dark fur and bright yellow eyes lurking just a short distance away. Instead of going away, he made it apparent that he was not going anywhere. Cozy maintained a steady gaze, flicking her tail back and forth as she tore away.

The visitor didn't resemble most loners; he was too tall, too bulky, and too quiet. If they aren't here for food, there is no other purpose for their presence. It was unusual, suspicious, and unplanned. She gradually stopped picking at the mouse and raised her head to look at him with growing frustration.

She questioned whether she'd truly lost her mind by making someone to talk to, or if death had finally arrived for her. Some say that when you pass, dead cats lead the way. "Why are you here, then? I'm not dead. If that's why you're here, you can leave." She needed to survive and rejoin her family. Even if the idea of giving up was tempting.

The enormous black tom asks about her mother's whereabouts, as if reading her mind. Well if he is here, she most certainly is not dead. Finally some good news. "At home. Far from here." she answered vaguely with a growl in case he was looking for her. "How did you find me? I'm not causing any trouble. I'm becoming stronger." Her limbs kept her stuck standing there, unwilling to fit the confidence in her words.

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Cozy // she/them // 6 moons old// Loner to Thunderclan apprentice

A ticked apricot colored cat with a large orange tail.

mentored by none // mentoring none
NPC x NPC

penned by Ghostnoodles ↛ frieddnoodles on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[GHOSTSTRIKE]

I WONT SMILE, BUT I'LL SHOW YOU MY TEETH

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He'd seen this before.

Not this exact kit, not this exact place– but everything else? It could have been pulled straight from a memory. A scene from his past repeated too many times to count, half-buried in the rotting mulch of his mind like carrion. Memories he didn't like to recall, but felt stirring in the face of wild, distrustful eyes. Trying to play tough with bristled fur as she hunkered over her kill with the desperation of someone not use to keeping what they caught– or catching it at all.

"You're not dead." he agreed, stepping from the brush on much quieter paws to join Copperstorm and giving a subtle flick of his tail toward his apprentice to ensure they didn't rush the other in excitement or misplaced aggression. "And we found you because that's what Thunderclan warriors are trained to do."

Something any cat could do, if they practiced. Though it was clear from her actions and what she was saying that nobody had ever taken the time to pass down the skills. Some basic tracking work would have clued her in to the fact that she was at the border of another cats territory. She was old enough to be learning, from the looks of it– but still young enough that someone should have an eye on her.

He glanced to Copperstorm, wondering if he'd picked up on it as well.

"You said your family's far." came his rumbling voice again, tone even. "Why aren't you with them, then? Must be missing you by now, surely?"

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OOC NOTES . ◭ . CHARACTER INFO

• ooc : — Gesturing for @Rattlepaw to give the other kid space​
• mentoring Rattlepaw
  no living relations
  unwelcomed/uninvited/unexpected physical contact may result in hostility/retaliation
  thunderclan stormguard- male - a sh black smoke tabby with low white and dark amber eyes. has a white mask and 'bone' markings on the knuckles of his paws. known for his towering size and multitude of scars

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[OWLBARK]

Others had told him he had a soft spot for young cats. They said he always went easy on them in training and spoke to them with (barely) more sweetness than grown cats. Owlbark himself didn't feel softer to younger cats. He saw them as moldable minds that had to be taught how to see the world, and he chose to try and reduce the cruelty of it all however he could. He couldn't stop it, but he could soften the blow. In that way, maybe he was soft of younger cats.

The deputy scented his warriors nearby, seemingly not moving. His life was all about duties now, and making sure no one died was one of them. Coppersight and Ghoststrike were strong warriors and valuable Storm Guards. He had no real worry they were in danger, but it was best to ensure no trouble was brewing. A small, weak scent drifted to him with theirs. Insteresting.

The tom moved through the brush to see the scene playing out. A scrawny young cat crouched over a piece of prey, and two large toms investigating. He pushed aside the thought that he had been in this stranger's paws before - small and scared and hungry. Owlbark knew that wasn't important now. "Who is this?" he huffed, not even addressing the young she-cat.

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[Magnoliapeak]

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Like the others, the dilute tortoiseshell finds herself drawn in by the unfamiliar smell on their territory. Magnoliapeak thinks poorly of allowing intruders to help themselves to ThunderClan prey. Their borders are well-marked. But she supposes that Copperflame supersedes her authority, and there is nothing of substance to be gained from running some emaciated loner off the territory as opposed to another clan cat. Her own hunt has been unsuccessful though, and for that she does feel a bit of bitterness lingering in her mind.

There's no questioning to be had when Magnoliapeak trails after Owlbark, dwelling in the shadow of ThunderClan's houndish deputy. But unlike the hound, her eyes trail down her nose to take in the pitiful she-cat. Apprentice-aged, she thinks. Fortunate to not be chasing prey on their territory or otherwise encountering her own apprentice, Magnoliapeak thinks dryly. Though no words come, she finds a scoff escaping her muzzle at the sharp words the young apricot-furred cat brings. Trying to ward off cats like Copperflame and Ghoststrike with word of getting stronger when she stands like a baby deer before all of them. She waits for an answer, or for this stranger to otherwise start a fight she cannot win.

"SPEECH HERE"

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  MAGNOLIA — SHE/HER ･ 21 MOONS ･ WARRIOR & THUNDERCLAN ･ PENNED BY CARAT!

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[Cozy]

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Cats started to come out of the woodwork with questions, some for her and others not, but all with lingering stares like she wasn't supposed to be there. The dark one with the white face and haunted eyes spills just as many questions as answers. Bringing her back from her qualm of thoughts, "ThunderClan warriors?" Cozy mimics her distrusting attitude sifted into a curious one. The term was a strange name to call oneself, but with no teeth or claws bared, Cozy honestly didn't care about what the name meant.

"Maybe… but I'm old enough to be traveling by myself now. Where are you migrating to?" Maybe toward a place where prey is easier to catch. Better yet, maybe she could follow them. The mouse she wolfed down was sitting heavy on her stomach as if to spite her after the brown tom's warning. Even so, she craved more. More food, more attention, sharing words—it surprised her how much she missed talking. She'd definitely lost her mind in the solitude.

"My name is Cozy." She introduces grumbling; at least the tom with the scar on his face spoke, but the silver one with the white spots unnervingly said nothing. Now that she started spilling her thoughts, words just kept coming out.

"Is this a good hunting spot, or is there a better place nearby? It's like the squirrels around here knew I was after them before I could even do anything." All of the small critters out and about tended to avoid her advances. Not that she was dwelling on her lack of skills, she'd just have to wait for good fortune to come her way.

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Cozy // she/them // 6 moons old// Loner to Thunderclan apprentice

A ticked apricot colored cat with a large orange tail.

mentored by none // mentoring none
NPC x NPC

penned by Ghostnoodles ↛ frieddnoodles on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[GHOSTSTRIKE]

I WONT SMILE, BUT I'LL SHOW YOU MY TEETH

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How Ghoststrike had ended up leading the conversation was as much a mystery to the tom as it was anyone else, but for whatever reason the young cat kept her words directed at him despite the other multitude of other cats. So he left Copperstorm to inform their Deputy on things– mostly because he didn't have the info to share yet.

"Old enough to travel on your own, but not old enough to keep what you catch." he noted, dark amber eyes flicking down to the mangled prey still clutched in her grasp, still there because the cats in front of her chose not to take it. But it was clear from her actions that such wasn't the case everywhere. This was a child used to being bullied for her food, a cat who had lost their meal to someone or something else before and didn't want it to happen again.

But it could. And likely would, if she kept on alone like this.

"And nowhere." he answered simply. "Thunderclan doesn't migrate. That's why we were all able to find you so quickly– this forest is ours, and we patrol it often for predators and thieves."

A lesson she would remember if she were smart, because Thunderclan wasn't the only group of cats in the area with borders being watched, and not all of them might show her this level of patience– espeically when prey was involved.

She offered her name unprompted, and Ghost nodded slowly. "Ghoststrike" he offered back, begrudgingly realizing this was probably the most he'd spoken to a cat aside from Thunder in several days.

"Is this a good hunting spot, or is there a better place nearby? It's like the squirrels around here knew I was after them before I could even do anything."

Here, he hesitated, gaze cutting sideways to Owlbark in search of an answer. He might be a Storm Guard, but there were things that he just didn't have the authority to answer. "It is good hunting," he admitted, attention shifting back to her, "But it's Thunderclan prey. I imagine you'd have to ask to join our group if you wanted to stay and hunt it. Otherwise, we'd have to treat you like a thief the next we found you."

The explanation didn't hold a tone of hostility– just one cat telling another what the rules were, no feelings involved.

He couldn't imagine most of their clan doing harm to a hungry kid, though. Hell, most of them were more likely to bring the girl food if she flashed them a sympathetic enough look– himself included– but Ghost wasn't about to paint an image of a fair world where cats just always helped each other out. Where there wouldn't be consequences to ones actions. It would be wrong to set her up for that kind of failure if she chose to leave and then stumbled upon a less friendly border elsewhere, where thieves were met with claws eager for a chase regardless of age.

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OOC NOTES . ◭ . CHARACTER INFO

• ooc : —​
• mentoring Rattlepaw
  no living relations
  unwelcomed/uninvited/unexpected physical contact may result in hostility/retaliation
  thunderclan stormguard- male - a sh black smoke tabby with low white and dark amber eyes. has a white mask and 'bone' markings on the knuckles of his paws. known for his towering size and multitude of scars

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[Copperstorm]

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

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She was scrappy, no doubt about it. The hiss in her throat, the defiance in her posture... She was all fire and bone, a twig threatening to snap under pressure but determined to fight anyway. Copperstorm watched her with a calm, unreadable expression, one dark brown ear flicking at her insistence that she wasn't causing trouble, that she was growing stronger. That her mother was far from here, home, she had said. Golden eyes narrowed thoughtfully. He didn't miss the edge in her words, nor the quiet ache behind them. She hadn't said she would return to her mother, only that she was far. He'd heard that tone before, in kits trying to sound braver than they felt. He didn't question it aloud, but the thought lingered.

" I scented you while I was hunting... " he said simply, voice steady and unjudging. His gaze shifted as Ghoststrike stepped into the conversation too, offering his own gruff version of events. Trained to find things. That earned a faint, almost amused twitch of Copperstorm's whiskers. They were, weren't they... Their eyes met briefly. A subtle nod passed between them, acknowledgment, nothing more. And then Owlbark arrived.

Copperstorm turned his head slightly, tilting it in quiet curiosity at the deputy's approach. At the question, he responded plainly. " No name yet. She hasn't offered it. " A pause, then the corner of his mouth quirked upward just slightly. " Though she's got enough spark to chase off a fox. " His golden gaze returned to the kit as she huffed and explained herself again, this time asking if they were migrating. That drew a low, rumbling chuckle from his chest.

" As Ghoststrike said, no, ThunderClan stays rooted like the trees around us. " He arched a brow, voice dipping with a trace of dry humor. Atleast a name was shared now. Cozy... It caused a soft sigh to slip from him for a moment before he dipped his head. " And I am Copperstorm. " he finally offered. " And as stated, you're in our hunting grounds. For those with trained claws and sharper eyes, it's a good place to catch something decent. " There was a faint gleam in his eye, almost a tease. " But yes, hunting here when you're not of ThunderClan… that tends to ruffle fur. "

Still, his tone wasn't threatening, just honest. There was a warmth beneath the gruffness, a patient understanding of kits who didn't yet know where they belonged.

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