shelter beware the virus | intro

[Plaguepaw]

I've been trying not to

Although his burns were practically healed the white coats continued to take him out of his cage to evaluate him regularly. Each time they placed him back behind silver bars he smelled of antibiotics and burn cream with a hint of smoke that still clung to his singed pelt. He did not mind the constant poking and prodding because they often were accompanied by a tasty treat shortly after. Las plagas held his head tipped back, eyes blissfully closed as one of the white coats held him close and scratched the underside of his chin, cooing soft words. A broken purr stuttered from his lanky frame as the lady placed him back in his cage upon a dark blanket. Blunt teeth smile back as she closes the bars, locking him in before walking away.

Peering across the room he notices the shivering and twitching form of another cat. A wide toothy grin gathers upon his maw as he instantly stands to his paws and staggers forward. This guy would make an excellent zombie as his old housefolk used to call them. "Nice moves, but you've gotta be a little more convincing. Try tilting your head and rolling your eyes back if you really want others to think you're undead." The kitten snickers, forked tail lashing to and fro. He really needed to sell it if he wanted to freak the other cats out. "Where are you from amigo?" Las plagas asks, stepping impossibly closer. (@TWITCHBOLT) ​

Go off the deep end​

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[TWITCHBOLT]

It took Twitchbolt a couple of moments to realise that the cheery tone, tiny as it flung from kit-lungs, was cast in his direction. Unnoticeable to him, the twitching of his muscles accidentally draw attention to the bicolour tom, and- as his eyes landed upon the kitten, his face distorted into the perfect picture of confusion. Staggering forward like he was- was injured, giving him... advice on how to look the same?

Still, this was... only a kid. Strange behaviour aside, it would have been learned from somewhere. And Twitchbolt had been little better in his kithood, flinging squirrels in fits of rage and flaying nests when he tried to weave them. It might be nice to give someone that little bit of attention that he'd barely been afforded at the same age. "Like this...?" he asked, neck twinging to the side involuntarily before he fully tilted his skull, attempting to copy the staggered way the kitten was walking. What the perfect version of... whatever this was looked like, Twitchbolt could not say.

"Uh- Sk- SkyClan," he hummed, answer frayed in his throat, words hitching slightly. Blinks shuddered across his wide eyes. "What about- what about you?" ​

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