sensitive topics A DOG ON GARBAGE DAY [carrionplace]

[BLACKSTRIKE]

➼➼ Seeing his former home from the outside is… strange. He feels so distant from the place where he’d grown up, now that he has a place within ShadowClan. He used to spend every waking moment within the shiny silver fencing of the carrionplace, scrounging through black bags that smelled of sun-warmed rot. He used to wonder if each day would be the day he died, torn apart by rats or twolegs or even the occasional loose dog. Never had he expected to end up living in one of the clans—much less ShadowClan.

Being assigned to go on patrol near the so-called carrionplace had made him a bit uncomfortable, and as the patrol approaches the shiny gates, Blackstrike’s expression gradually turns sour. It doesn’t smell any better now than it had the last time he’d been here. For some reason, he’d thought returning to his old home would be nostalgic, somewhat, but… the corpse that lies right up against the fence is just a reminder of how awful this place is. He huffs out a breath of mild amusement, flicking his tail toward the rest of the patrol. "Well, wouldja look at that," he says, turning a critical eye upon the thing. A skunk, it looks like, probably weakened and then torn apart by rats or dogs or… any of the other things that prowl the lands around the wretched place. "Few months ago, that coulda been me anyday. I sure don’t envy the poor bastard."

➴ i think i found a home

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  BLACKSTRIKE ❯❯ he/him, shadowclan warrior
  ➼ thin black and white tom with mismatched blue and yellow eyes. calm and nonchalant, difficult to anger.
  ➼ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ➼ penned by foxlore

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[shriketalon]

Shrike had come across dead animals before, wherever struck by a monster on the thunderpath or a victim of a worse predator. They can't help but wrinkle their nose as they approach the scene. “Eugh, do you think whatever ate it has a fat belly and is too full to come back for seconds?” They glance over at Blackstrike. He was also a loner right? Or a rogue, either way they felt an unspoken bond built by solidarity due to it. “Mm same here, no point dwelling on it though! You're still kicking, unless you've just been a ghost this whole time”they comment with a nod as they glance over at the skunk momentarily. This is probably a common sight for these clan cats too, they had seen their fair share of death and despair.

There's always space for a story to be told though. Maybe Blackstrike had an interesting fact or story, if he wasn't busy staring at the skunk. They peer over at him and the black and white cat has a clearly curious look in their eye. Even a dead skunk wouldn't sour their curiosity. “Have you seen anything like this in your time before joining the clan?” Their tail flicks as they consider an answer to their own question, had they seen anything strange? “I once saw a group of rats take out a skunk just like this one before, cunning little things”

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  OOC. @nectarsong since its a patrol! Come look at this dead skunk
  
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• Shrike│Bio
  ⤜ They / Them, Loner , 28 moons {ages on the 1st},
  ✧ A long haired black feline with low white spotting and hazel eyes.
  ✧ Jagged x NPC
  ✧ Speech, #ad744a, thoughts, attacking
  ✧ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ✧ penned by Juice ↛ @/ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[SHARPSHADOW]

Sharpshadow sorta hates this place, which is a pretty inconvenient way to feel about something she and others literally relied on to survive. It means she can't afford just to hate it from a distance — she has to get all up in its guts and eat them too, all while thinking that she can't wait to go literally anywhere else. If he was Carrionplace, he'd be pretty pissed. But then again, Carrionplace doesn't really feel things, so...

A weary eye falls on the thing Blackstrike speaks about. Could it too be twoleg trash? ...It's not like either option is a good one. " Still could be, unfortunately, " he utters bleakly. He doesn't no how terrible a life would have to be in order for ShadowClan to be an upgrade. It's weird to think about, cause, like, what excuse did they all have for being so terrible if Blackstrike grew up somewhere worse and turned out so.... not like that. Not like him. He frowns, content to wallow in ShadowClan's own localized problems. " With all this trash around, maybe, " to Shrike, she says.

There's a small pause as Sharpshadow looks between them, two cats that she didn't even know till, like, two moons ago. Miraculously... here by Chilledstar's word. If he doesn't try to notice it, it's pretty easy not to notice, really.

Well, anyways... " Says something that not even a skunk could take it anymore, " he says. It's like... a joke or something, maybe?​