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Pumpkinpatch
Guest
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The WindClan cats would be leaving soon, the violence that had fallen down upon them and across the moors was something she welcomed the end of but she would not deny a small part of her was sorrowful to lose the cats who had been so present in the barn these past few moons. She'd watched them fearfully at first, but overtime realized how kind many of them were and how much they wanted the world for their clan in face of the terrifying figure spoken of with such disdain. Pumpkin had not taken long to understand the clan structure, learning how it worked and what they all did in their strange little society. A leader bore a star in their name, but theirs had sullied it with blood and treated them poorly. Sunstride was the deputy, which meant he was the second in charge and was currently leading them in trying to get rid of this foul molly who had caused them all such grief. She wished she could do more than just bid them the best of luck, but she was not fit for fighting and had rarely had a single tussle in her life - Pumpkin kept to herself mostly and when she was in danger she ran rather than unsheathe her claws. Fighting had never come up for her, she'd lived in this barn for so long and most the other mousers were peaceful and when they weren't the twoleg would deal with them or another barncat would put a paw down. Violence was not welcome here, it was a sanctuary in more ways than one and she was pleased WindClan's rebels had found a brief respite in the storm they were caught within.
Still, the day came they would go and face their former clanmates. She knew it would be vicious, she knew it would be horrifying to know they might be hurt or even die - but she couldn't go. She was too afraid to do so.
Instead Pumpkin caught mice, made a very impressive pile of them after a full morning of chasing them about the hayloft and burying herself in the piles of willowy golden plants to dig and unearth them.
"It-it's not a lot but, you should eat before you go. Um, I hope...you win. I hope everyone will be okay." Her paws fidget nervously, she kneads the ground in a docile manner, "Best of luck to you."
The WindClan cats would be leaving soon, the violence that had fallen down upon them and across the moors was something she welcomed the end of but she would not deny a small part of her was sorrowful to lose the cats who had been so present in the barn these past few moons. She'd watched them fearfully at first, but overtime realized how kind many of them were and how much they wanted the world for their clan in face of the terrifying figure spoken of with such disdain. Pumpkin had not taken long to understand the clan structure, learning how it worked and what they all did in their strange little society. A leader bore a star in their name, but theirs had sullied it with blood and treated them poorly. Sunstride was the deputy, which meant he was the second in charge and was currently leading them in trying to get rid of this foul molly who had caused them all such grief. She wished she could do more than just bid them the best of luck, but she was not fit for fighting and had rarely had a single tussle in her life - Pumpkin kept to herself mostly and when she was in danger she ran rather than unsheathe her claws. Fighting had never come up for her, she'd lived in this barn for so long and most the other mousers were peaceful and when they weren't the twoleg would deal with them or another barncat would put a paw down. Violence was not welcome here, it was a sanctuary in more ways than one and she was pleased WindClan's rebels had found a brief respite in the storm they were caught within.
Still, the day came they would go and face their former clanmates. She knew it would be vicious, she knew it would be horrifying to know they might be hurt or even die - but she couldn't go. She was too afraid to do so.
Instead Pumpkin caught mice, made a very impressive pile of them after a full morning of chasing them about the hayloft and burying herself in the piles of willowy golden plants to dig and unearth them.
"It-it's not a lot but, you should eat before you go. Um, I hope...you win. I hope everyone will be okay." Her paws fidget nervously, she kneads the ground in a docile manner, "Best of luck to you."
- Ooc - Takes place right before everyone leaves!
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Pumpkinpatch
—⊰⋅ Barncat/Loner
—⊰⋅ She/Her
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
—⊰⋅ LH Chocolate Tortiseshell
