pafp another man's trash | dumpster diving

[THRASHERTHROAT]

જ➶ "Thanks for coming with me. It's going to be so much fun." Not often do they have someone come with him to Carrionplace specically not to hunt for the live, wiggling prey that ventures through the garbage. But for the garbage itself. The rancid treasures of the world. But underneath those disturbing smells can be trinkets galore if one is brave enough to endure it. Quiet paws easily step across thickened mud as they lead the way to Carrionplace, mismatched eyes holding true delight to share this experience with another. A soft hum emits from their throat as they pause at the chain link fence. Slowly claws peek from their sheathes as he begins to tear ruthlessly at the soil that keeps them from their happiness. Dirt flings up and soon a sizable gap is created, big enough for the both of them. "Come on!" Their voice is bright as they squirm their way underneath and shakes the excess dirt away. The remains of a monster leer before them yet they merely chuckle as they jump on top of the hood. Turning around they show glee towards Wormwatcher with ease.

"We do need to mind the rats though. They can get quite angry when disturbed." As any animal can be. As they turn they begin to scoop out the area. Wondering just what they might find among the wastes. Easily they slip off the dead monster and back onto the ground, sniffing and heading towards a mound of thick black bags. Claws hook in one and tear to reveal the contents. Stinking and rotting but they make no move to move away from it. Jerking a paw in and pulling out a thick silver string. Twolegs would call it tinsel. "Interesting...."

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[Wormwatcher]

✧*:.｡. Wormwatcher has not been in the Carrionplace since he had been abandoned there all those moons ago, but he's up to overwrite those memories with some new ones, this time in much better company. He had been excited by the concept Thrasherthroat had pitched to him and eagerly accepted the companionship. Wormwatcher likes treasure: he collects feathers that he hides beneath his nest, with the less pretty ones being weaved within his nest for comfort. "Mm, I think it will be!" Wormwatcher mews quickly from behind Thrasherthroat. He'd be lying if he did not feel a little on edge within the vicinity of the dump, he works hard to maintain his cool with deep breaths. They arrive at the fenceline and he pauses behind the feline as they tear a hole through the earth for them, for which he was quite gracious for and he squeezes beneath the chain-link fence with a low grunt.

He squints upwards at Thrasherthroat on the dilapidated Monster, his whiskers quivering in amusement. "Ah... don't think there'll be much rats around now. Little too light out..." He trails off as he bounds after the tom, who Wormwatcher is realizing to be quite a bit more energetic than his usual company. Wormwatcher leans forward to get a closer look at Thrasherthroat's find, the tinsel. "Pretty," he declares, hooking the tinsel away from their paws in a swift movement. He lifts it up, shifting it slightly to watch the sunlight reflect off of it with a reserved grin before tossing it back at Thrasherthroat so it lands on his neck. "All yours!"

The lithe tom leaps away, diving across a few trash bags before finding one he felt had potential. He strikes a claw across its maleable surface and with a moment of hesitation stuck a dark paw into the filth. At this point, he was regretting the desicion to be dragged along on this adventure... No, he had signed on knowing the risks of reeking and knew he would be in the filth. Surely the awards would outweigh the experience. Thankfully, Wormwatcher spotted something near the surface. A bone, reminscent of the birds within their territory. Chicken bone... been a long time since I tasted chicken... He flicks the bone out with a nail onto the trashbag and analyzes it carefully. For Buzzardkit... it's apeculiar little thing... a fitting gift. He takes a deep inhale before picking the filthy bone up. He returns to the hole they had entered through, placing the bone down besides the hole so it would not be left behind.

"Thrasherthroat! Over here!" Wormwatcher calls out from a wooden pallet he stood on, directly diagonal from the entrance. On the pallet was a glass jar box, which he harshly pushes with his shoulder until it topples off the wood, shattering upon impact with the mucky ground. "Careful, don't cut yourself..." Cautiously, he skips off the pallet, avoiding shards of glass to closer analyze the contents of the jar. Strewn between shards of glass were shells, splendidly colored and most were in perfect condition, protected on impact by the sand they had been packed with in the jar.

✧*:.｡. ~ aren’t i enough? ~

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• wormwatcher —— ✧*:.｡.shadowclan warrior, he/him, homosexual, 28 ☾, tags

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[MIRESTAR]

Mirepurr is not the biggest fan of the Carrionplace — and despite ShadowClan's general indifference towards items and food that any other Clan in the forest would find gross, this is not something that differentiates them too much from their Clanmates, for once. The random bits of prey offers an easy way to fill one's belly, if decay has not yet set in. Twolegs occasionally leave useful or at least entertaining things behind. All of that only provide positives to those who don't mind the stink and general danger that this place poses; aside from a patrol here and there, the Carrionplace is often left solitary.

Not today. Thrasherthroat and Wormwatcher made their goal of coming here no secret — or perhaps it had been Mirepurr who paid particular attention to their sibling's conversation. Either way, they trail after the pair with caution: tail does not brush the ground or undergrowth, paws remain silent with every step...

And Mirepurr is successful in their sneak attempt. Neither warriors turn their heads with suspicious glares; neither turns to the other with a I heard something. By all accounts, Mirepurr is invisible to them.

It is only when they busy themselves with collecting that Mirepurr finally reveals themself.

"Surprise!" A loud, shrill yowl cuts the air — it deems to be rather similar to their own body flying over obstacles. There is a show of snapping jaws and pelt fluffed out to hide their actual size... though, as soon as Trasherthroat and Wormwatcher take a moment, they soon realize that there is no threat here.

Mirepurr continues the act however, crouching to mimic a rat. "Disturbed I am... who dare steal my treasure? I'll have to call my rat friends to deal with you lot!"
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