blood red summer + sweets

[smogstar]

If you happened to ask Smogmaw what he had been doing with his life prior to becoming a full-fledged clan cat, you would receive a vague answer. On one day, he would say that he ran a gang of do-no-gooders in an alleyway somewhere far off. On another, he may tell you about a tragedy which separated him from his family. Truth is, the tom had always gone his own way, living off whatever he scrounged up so long as it didn't come from a twoleg. Hells, he loathed twolegs - they had even tried to capture him on more than one occasion, and only Starclan knew what they would subject him to if they had been successful.

Affiliating with Shadowclan must have been the best decision in his life. Not only did he live alongside those with similar ideals as him, but he was able to outright shun those prim and proper, twoleg-loving kittypets.

There somehow happened one amongst their ranks here. At least, that's what he thought. Sweets was not a warrior's name, nor an apprentice's or kit's, and Smogmaw found himself concerned over why this may be the case. As far as he recalled, prohibiting kittypets from joining the clan existed as one of Shadowclan's primary tenets. And for this, the younger she-cat tickled his interest for all the wrong reasons.

She caught his eye in camp just now, and Smogmaw took the initiative and edged near her. "Hey, Sweets," said the warrior through a soft smile, "are you interested in going for a little hunt? You're new here, and it's about time you learned some of our techniques."

// @. Sweets . ​

[ AND THE BASTARD WALKS BY ]​

 

[. Heathershade .]

Included in her oh-so warm introduction into the clan was the simple task of making her own nest.
Shadowclan’s standards were truthfully… quite sad, and Sweets was always known in be bold in her endeavors.
She sat, concentrated at the half-made nest in front of her. Various sprigs had already been woven together to create a luxurious base, and the extra moss she had scrounged up and rinsed from mud were in the process of being attached to her skillfully made foundation.
Hey, Sweets.
The voice was vaguely familiar, but still foreign enough for the chimera to turn her head, luminous eyes falling to Smogmaw. She parted her maw for her own greeting, but the warriors proposition cut her short.
She tilted her head as if she were thinking on her answer before giving a soft nod, "that sounds very nice, I would love to!" She hummed, blissfully oblivious to the toms true intentions to pry her for information- surely if he was curious enough a simple question would get an answer.
Carefully nudging the nest to the side for later, the spindly molly then got to her paws, a brilliant and eager smile forming on her maw. "Ready to head out?"
"Speech."[/glow][/color]​

[ COCOA BUTTER KISSES ]​