- Mar 19, 2024
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The newest addition to Flamestar's council leads the hunting patrol past Snakerocks, towards the edge of their land. It might be a good place to find prey as life slowly begins to seep back into the forest with the arrival of Newleaf. A warm breeze filters through the woods, pleasantly acting as a reminder of the end of cold Leafbare nights. It makes him think. . . he had joined ThunderClan during Newleaf as well, had he not? Had it really been twelve moons since then? It was as shocking as it was unbelievable — a full set of seasons had passed, and so much had happened. . . Roaringsun had been a ThunderClanner for longer than he'd been a kittypet.
His thoughts drift with the wind as it carries a familiar terrifying scent through the air. Fox. He recalls the one that had attacked Ravenblaze not long ago and wonders if it's the same one. "Careful." The warrior warns his patrol, but especially Berrypaw; if anything happened to him, Roaringsun would not forgive himself ( and Raccoonstripe and Nightbird would tear him apart ). He presses onwards. If there is a fox settled in their territory, they ought to chase it out.
As the smell goes stronger so does the. . . crying? Not like a newborn kitten, but the noise is high-pitched enough he figures it's some baby animal whelping in the forest for its mother. Still, with the scent of fox so predominant in the air, he doesn't like where this is going.
When they break through the thicket to where the whining is loudest, they are hit by the scent of rot and death. A red fox lies motionless on the grass, its eyes vacant of any sign of life. Next to her, in a burrow beneath a tree, are its cubs yelping in distress. "Oh no no no." The tom inhales sharply. They — he is faced with a dilemma. What to do with the cubs. He doesn't want to kill them, they're just young babies. . . but he can't bring them to camp so they can be taken care of. Roaringsun stares at his patrolmates, brows furrowed and ears flattened. What should they do?
Still, and perhaps for lack of better judgement, he approaches the den. Carefully, like the mother could spring back to life anytime ( as nonsensical as that was ). Foxes were predators. They had killed many and would continue to do so as they fought for food. And yet, Roaringsun could not help but feel empathy for the orphaned cubs. Were they hungry? Cold? Should he care so much?
His thoughts drift with the wind as it carries a familiar terrifying scent through the air. Fox. He recalls the one that had attacked Ravenblaze not long ago and wonders if it's the same one. "Careful." The warrior warns his patrol, but especially Berrypaw; if anything happened to him, Roaringsun would not forgive himself ( and Raccoonstripe and Nightbird would tear him apart ). He presses onwards. If there is a fox settled in their territory, they ought to chase it out.
As the smell goes stronger so does the. . . crying? Not like a newborn kitten, but the noise is high-pitched enough he figures it's some baby animal whelping in the forest for its mother. Still, with the scent of fox so predominant in the air, he doesn't like where this is going.
When they break through the thicket to where the whining is loudest, they are hit by the scent of rot and death. A red fox lies motionless on the grass, its eyes vacant of any sign of life. Next to her, in a burrow beneath a tree, are its cubs yelping in distress. "Oh no no no." The tom inhales sharply. They — he is faced with a dilemma. What to do with the cubs. He doesn't want to kill them, they're just young babies. . . but he can't bring them to camp so they can be taken care of. Roaringsun stares at his patrolmates, brows furrowed and ears flattened. What should they do?
Still, and perhaps for lack of better judgement, he approaches the den. Carefully, like the mother could spring back to life anytime ( as nonsensical as that was ). Foxes were predators. They had killed many and would continue to do so as they fought for food. And yet, Roaringsun could not help but feel empathy for the orphaned cubs. Were they hungry? Cold? Should he care so much?
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✦ㅤmale (he / him)ㅤ/ㅤunsure of sexuality, single ; crushing on hawkspine
✦ㅤ17 moons oldㅤ/ㅤages realistically, every 14th of the month
✦ㅤlead warrior of thunderclan
✦ㅤnpc x npcㅤ/ㅤnpc siblings
✦ㅤmentoring Berrypawㅤ/ㅤmentored by Copperfang and Leafhusk
✦ㅤ"speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
✦ㅤpenned by nocthymiaㅤ/ㅤmessage hypmic on discord for plots!
lion-like in stature, roaringsun is characterized by his golden fur, cream 'mane' and strong legs. long-furred with longer strands on his cheeks, one cannot tell he once was a soft-born kittypet before joining thunderclan as an apprentice.
PROMPT: Your patrol encounters a dead fox who has recently kitted, and her cubs are still alive... what do you do with them, if anything?
@Berrypaw. app tag!
@Berrypaw. app tag!