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Uncoordinated paws trudged with little regard to their surroundings through the shadowed forest, the heavy laden canopy overhead grappling with the light above and preventing the most prominent of rays from washing the lower level with its warm cascade, the density of the foliage thick like man-made sludge. The ground seemed cold, though not nearly as cold as the hardened, unnaturally colored surfaces that Carrioncry once knew. Sensation of the flesh was all they could rely on these days, their instinct stolen away along with their sense of self, their cognition. They meandered in a trance now, unreachable to anyone who should try to look within, prying eyes glinting inside fastened sockets. They knew not of what the world was besides memory, and as such, hunting was not an activity they often found themselves partaking in.
Inexperienced yet desperate- they had not eaten from what was provided to them within the heart of ShadowClan. They had not been punished, never once forbade from consuming the offerings for the clan provided by the ranks, and yet they could not trust that such generosity came without cost. Poison flowed freely through the slimy mash fed through the industrial enclosure they had learned to love- even now, they were tainted by the effects of it. For all they knew, there was immunity here- bodies are such resilient contraptions, their ability to morph and adapt in desperate attempts to survive and persevere through the proliferation of reformation...inspiring. Yes, these cats may be unlike Carrioncry in their ability to stomach what they themselves could not- they must rely on none other than their own claws- whatever was left of them now, multiple of their toes having been ripped away from them in torturous times past- their claws, once sharpened to deadly points with untouched ivory sheen relinquished alongside them.
They trailed alongside those who had extended their services to provide for the rest of their own- a hunting patrol. Carrioncry was not yet entirely adept to providing for themselves, and yet instinct, like adaptation, was a powerful thing. They would go through the motions as they always had, without thought and without calculation- their mind need not burden itself with such trivial matters, for their body- wrecked and ravaged as it may be- would always become more than it should have been, it would become the provider like the wretched white hand that so often used to feed. Today, they would be their own deliverer.
Despite subpar skills in most things survival and instinctual, the bounty that Greenleaf brought forth was on their side- they did not have to scour for long in order to track down what it was that they had been looking for- hoping for, thinking of insatiably for countless days with unwavering resolve. A frog hiding beneath the foliage, its slimy body glistening softly as it moved around leisurely among the brush- it had not yet detected the dark feline's presence. This was good, for it brought fruitful advantage to one who may have needed it most, being heavily impaired in a multitude of ways. Their crouch was, admittedly, unethical and perhaps somewhat uncalculated- and yet when they ran forth to pounce they landed atop the slippery creature all the same. Perhaps something...divine had looked down upon them that day, their pathetic frame and ghastly, tattered figure enough to spark pity in most who were unfortunate enough to lay eyes on them. They themselves refused to look at what they had unwillingly become, refused to acknowledge and recount past events whether it be through the mental or the physical.
But none of this mattered now. In this moment, they would be granted relief, however temporary it may prove to be. Their stomach, long since shriveled and shrunken from countless days of going unused and neglected- the claws that pierced Carrioncry from the inside out began to carve into them deeply once again, the scent of something edible- untouched, pure, from the unsoiled earth itself- causing it to awaken with violent intensity. They felt sick. Sick enough that they would lean down without thinking, their mind an empty capsule of void, of vacancy, without procession and without memory- their trembling jaws opening with a tilt in preparation for a bite of what was provided via a blessing- or perhaps, simply just luck.
OOC: Hunting patrol where Carrioncry makes an eventual hunting fumble! Feel free to join if you'd like, this is mostly so people can start some introductory interactions with them <3
Inexperienced yet desperate- they had not eaten from what was provided to them within the heart of ShadowClan. They had not been punished, never once forbade from consuming the offerings for the clan provided by the ranks, and yet they could not trust that such generosity came without cost. Poison flowed freely through the slimy mash fed through the industrial enclosure they had learned to love- even now, they were tainted by the effects of it. For all they knew, there was immunity here- bodies are such resilient contraptions, their ability to morph and adapt in desperate attempts to survive and persevere through the proliferation of reformation...inspiring. Yes, these cats may be unlike Carrioncry in their ability to stomach what they themselves could not- they must rely on none other than their own claws- whatever was left of them now, multiple of their toes having been ripped away from them in torturous times past- their claws, once sharpened to deadly points with untouched ivory sheen relinquished alongside them.
They trailed alongside those who had extended their services to provide for the rest of their own- a hunting patrol. Carrioncry was not yet entirely adept to providing for themselves, and yet instinct, like adaptation, was a powerful thing. They would go through the motions as they always had, without thought and without calculation- their mind need not burden itself with such trivial matters, for their body- wrecked and ravaged as it may be- would always become more than it should have been, it would become the provider like the wretched white hand that so often used to feed. Today, they would be their own deliverer.
Despite subpar skills in most things survival and instinctual, the bounty that Greenleaf brought forth was on their side- they did not have to scour for long in order to track down what it was that they had been looking for- hoping for, thinking of insatiably for countless days with unwavering resolve. A frog hiding beneath the foliage, its slimy body glistening softly as it moved around leisurely among the brush- it had not yet detected the dark feline's presence. This was good, for it brought fruitful advantage to one who may have needed it most, being heavily impaired in a multitude of ways. Their crouch was, admittedly, unethical and perhaps somewhat uncalculated- and yet when they ran forth to pounce they landed atop the slippery creature all the same. Perhaps something...divine had looked down upon them that day, their pathetic frame and ghastly, tattered figure enough to spark pity in most who were unfortunate enough to lay eyes on them. They themselves refused to look at what they had unwillingly become, refused to acknowledge and recount past events whether it be through the mental or the physical.
But none of this mattered now. In this moment, they would be granted relief, however temporary it may prove to be. Their stomach, long since shriveled and shrunken from countless days of going unused and neglected- the claws that pierced Carrioncry from the inside out began to carve into them deeply once again, the scent of something edible- untouched, pure, from the unsoiled earth itself- causing it to awaken with violent intensity. They felt sick. Sick enough that they would lean down without thinking, their mind an empty capsule of void, of vacancy, without procession and without memory- their trembling jaws opening with a tilt in preparation for a bite of what was provided via a blessing- or perhaps, simply just luck.
OOC: Hunting patrol where Carrioncry makes an eventual hunting fumble! Feel free to join if you'd like, this is mostly so people can start some introductory interactions with them <3
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