camp DADDY ISSUES &. found kit

[DROWSYNOSE]

STILL DON'T KNOW MY NAME​

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// mentions of twoleg abandonment.

"mama? orangestar? uhm... fireflyglow and dawnglare too."

this was not the intended thing he wanted to happen upon. it was an accident. he didn't mean to bring back more mouths to feed but if there was anyone angry, he'd gladly take over the idea of getting food for the little one and being his protector. he takes him off his back and gently sets him down, watching as he hisses and scrambles to get behind drowsynose's legs. his eyes widen for a moment before they soften completely, and he gently swipes his tongue over the young kit's back, chuckling quietly at the way he grumbles with each lick but he still doesn't move away from it.

"it's gonna b-be alright. we will g-get a queen for you to be around a-and some food. does that sound okay?"

his brows furrow as the kit doesn't answer, only pressing into him further, his body perking as he feels a small collar made of... some sort of material. it's not like the other twoleg collars he's seen before but... what happened to him? clearly a twoleg had something to do with it but...

"i don't think he kn-knows how to talk. or do m-much of anything but hiss and hit. and– ow! b-bite! e-easy little one, that's not food!"

he lifts his paw which has a small bite on it. its not enough to draw blood, as much of the scratches and bites didn't, but it did hurt.

"i've n-named him sc-scruffykit. he's gotta stay h-here. he doesn't l-look like he's much more than two m-moons old."


tldr: takes place after this thread. drowsynose found a 2 moon old kit at the twolegplace in the trash @SCRUFFYKIT.

tagging who he asked for but no need to wait at all @Orangestar @Fireflyglow @DAWNGLARE @DOEBLAZE
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[ThistleBack]

It’s the familiar stench of rubbish, it all smells the same in the twolegplace. A weird concoction of wet wrappers, disposed coffee grounds, turned food, mold. Thistleback peels from the shadows, leaving his lunch discarded as his eyes settle on the hissing fit Drowsynose brings into camp on his shoulders. Calling for their mother, medics and Orangestar.

Watching the feisty tiny thing for several moments in silence as Drowsynose introduces it to the camp Thistleback’s eyes suddenly gloss over,, memories of his younger self mirrored. Angry, hungry, filthy, where’s mother? Why ? the questions that he asked for six moons of his existence only to answer himself. Only it repeats itself before his eyes, as history is doomed to. Thistleback’s jaws clench, his brows knit and he stalks towards the dark-furred warrior, watching the angry kitten hide behind their legs. Observing the bites left on the other’s skin in the wake of the tiny one’s wrath. Scruffykit, they are named.

" no sign of mother?…. " he asks, knowing the answer already. Crouching to peer eye-level with the miniature terror. " you have the spirit of a tiny warrior, don’t you? " he speaks gently. " It’s good you found them, life on the streets for a child is brief. At this age? impossible " he comments pensively.

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  forty-eight mns. EVENT TRACKER | IMPORTANT INFO
  — Former Lead warrior of Skyclan 12.22.22 - 06.2023
  — Father of Coyotecrest, Eveningpaw, Briarpaw, Damsel, Sunflowerpaw, and Rosepaw.
  — mentoring none formerly Snowpath & Quillstrike
  — very muscular piebald black and white tom with spiky fur and cold silver-grey eyes.
  — voice & accent
  — biography･ﾟ✧​
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[DAWNGLARE]

It's hardly a cry urgent enough for his like... A name like his is meant for more than weary mewlings... Reverence or regret, he thinks. With passion. A loud cry for salvation... or perhaps honey - tongued from an admirer, whether said admiration was mutual or not. Otherwise, it ought to be terrified... Perhaps a cry for mercy in the wake of something only he could control, or that only he could inflict. His head spins with the possibility, The day where what-ifs and maybes become more - than. An indulgence he can finally allow himself on the last day of life, or otherwise. This call is dull. Nothingness. It hardly deserves even a sniff from him... and yet he turns his head anyhow. What a strange thing, how these wild cats have indoctrinated him. Annoyance flits up and around his skull, itching in a way that makes his ear flicker and flicker. He wants out of these faux - chains, of the ones that should've turned to nothing the day the sun went cold. ...What is he even here for?

A kitten. Fiesty and rotted and ugly. Uglier than your average kitten, which was quite a feat next to such snot - nosed competition. It could bite, which perhaps, was all these cats cared about. Perhaps it was in a perfectly fine position, then, besides the smell. Thistleback confirms this swiftly. Dawnglare snorts. " It reeks, " he observes, nose wrinkling as he does. " It is more carrion than cold, though, " he adds, which he supposes is what Drowsynose called him over to say... If the child did not speak now, he ponders if it ever will... It wasn't his issue to ponder, however. " ...I will look it over if you bathe it first " eventually, he says.

He cannot imagine what possessed Drowsynose to name it something so... accurately dour. A tragedy is spelled at once for any one Scruffykit that manages to survive past apprenticeship; and he mourns for himself too, who would have to commit such a name to his memory. ​

 

[FLUFFYPAW]

Drowsynose pushes into the dip of their camp with something tarry-furred and scraggly hanging from his jaws. He places the scrap of fur gently on the ground, and it wastes no time revealing sharp white teeth that it sinks into its savior's paw. Fluffypaw squeals with surprise as Drowsynose yelps in pain. "I've n-named him Scruffykit." She draws nearer, staying a little behind Thistleback and Dawnglare as they inspect the feral creature.

"I'll help," she offers, tilting her head to one side. She certainly doesn't want to be bitten too, but... Drowsynose says the kit's only two moons old, and they can't waste too much time. Dawnglare refuses to get near him until he's had a thorough bathing, so... Fluffypaw tentatively smiles at the little kit and murmurs, "Don't be afraid, little one. I'll be gentle." She extends her tongue toward the kit's pelt, attempting to lick the grime from his spine.

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• Fluffykit . Fluffypaw, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 8 moons old, ages realistically on the 8th.
  — mentored by Greeneyes ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a.
  — skyclan apprentice. butterflytuft x dandelionwish, gen 3.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  lh chocolate tortie/cream chimera with jade eyes. frightened, clingy, anxious, gentle.
  
  

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[SCRUFFYKIT]

BROKEN TEETH AND BROKEN DREAMS​

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unknown threat level. unknown threat level. not safe, but not in danger. off.

his brain voices and he has no choice but to listen. there is nothing else to guide him but the bits of instinct that have kept him alive this long. he knows nothing of his life before this. all he knows is that he's hungry. starving. this black smoke seems nice enough, speaking quietly and calmly. he understands... kind of. but not really. his instincts raise questions when the cat gets closer, and as his scent is the only one of comfort he's had in a while, he's trying to gage whether or not he should feel threatened.

too loud. threat level increased. protect yourself. protect. protect.

he bites the hind paw of the cat who rescued him, growling as he crouches down, watching every movement he makes with a high intensity. his tail lashes back and forth. the cat keeps grooming his fur, however in spite of it and he can't understand.

...unable to determine threat level... remain on alert.

he closes his eyes for a moment before his eyes snap open at the sound of someone else. he hisses right in the tom cat's face, scrambling to get away, ears pinned back.

threat level rising. current level: high. danger imminent.

he can promptly ignore the other cat as he does not come closer to him. that's good enough for him. stay away. stay away. however the she cat, the only one of the bunch, comes over and does the same thing that the first tom cat has been doing. no. no!

danger! danger! danger! attack! claw! bite, bite, bite!!!

he has no choice. a warning hiss that could hardly be considered one for he is quick to attempt to bite the young molly on her leg, scrambling away from the entire bunch, growling and lowering himself further into the ground to try and hide as his tail lashes from side to side.

threat level: extremely high. danger imminent.


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[Orangestar]

"You definitely picked the scariest cat to bite." Orangestar grunts. Her eyes sweep over the pale-faced kitten, nudged from her brief conversation with Hawkpaw as Drowsynose's call for attention is answered. Fluffypaw's attempt at kindness is rebuked immediately, and the leader's ears prick as the scrap of fur lunges for Butterflytuft's kit.

In a flash of recollection, faintly reminded of her kits' occasional tantrums when they were hungry, Orangestar turns from the scene without a word. She snags a vole from the freshkill pile, eyeing it as she does, placated somewhat by the robust presence of prey. SkyClan would not be going hungry in this blistering greenleaf, thankfully, if she spared a morsel for the kit who seemed to be keen on facing the world with his teeth first.

Orangestar steps closer, and drops the prey at an angle to the kit's vicious attack. Maybe this would distract him. "Chew on that instead of Fluffypaw."

ooc ✧ 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦

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• ORANGESTAR ✧ she/her, leader of skyclan | eight lives
  
  
  — "a scarred white-and-ginger she-cat with brown eyes."
  — single ; mentoring springpaw & ashpaw
  — speech is in #F18C47
  — tags | penned by mercibun, contact on discord for plots.
  
  
  
  

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[falcongaze]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- Was this what Falcongaze looked like, smelled like, was observed as, when his father brought him and his siblings to the border? His heart was torn open as he came to a stop nearby, his 'friend' standing over a kit, who look terrified, nearly to death. Ears pressed firmly backwards as comments were stated from parties of Skyclan. It reeks.

Blue eyes lifted from the kit to pin towards Dawnglare- and it takes a brief moment to relax the muscles that had begun to bunch and tense. It's fine. It's fine. He turned his eyes back toward Drowsynose, and when he speaks, he has to clear his throat. "Where did you find Scruffykit?" Falcongaze said quietly, trying to ignore that ugly feeling in the pit of his stomach. Vermilliongaze is here. What are you so bothered for?

Falcongaze was rooted to the spot as the others tried to care for the kit, but he was still looking at Drowsynose- even as Orangestar grabbed a piece of prey, even as the kit bit an apprentice.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── THEYRE ALL THAT I WAS ⋅❁⋅ AND NEVER COULD BE ──┐‎

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• FALCONGAZE 🌧 he/him, warrior of skyclan, sixteen moons.
  ⭃ LH chocolate lynx point with deep blue eyes, and a long scar on his left cheek down under his jawline. pushes his 'hair' back. very long legged, half oriental moggie.
  ⭃ mentored by greeneyes / / mentoring radiopaw
  ⭃ padding after drowsynose / / brother to spottedpaw and sagepaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Tawnyclaw]

*+:｡.｡ Tawnyclaw's brows were up as he watched the scene unfold. "Should've named it Scarkit with hour determined he is to leave some on everyone" Tawnyclaw snorts, keeping a careful distance from himself and the gathered party, especially the little tyke. Now, Tawnyclaw is neither medicine cat nor Queen, but if he had to guess, crowding the violent stray may not be within Scruffykit's best interest. He winces in sympathy as Fluffypaw is mercilessly attacked, relieved to see his mom step up and attempt to distract him.

Tawnyclaw wasn't partial to kittens. They were fun to watch, loud and funny in their little bumbling ways, but they cried at the drop of a pinecone and could break with one misstep - he's more than happy to keep them far away from himself. As Scruffykit is dealt with, Tawnyclaw would turn his attention to the battle-worn Drowsynose. He wondered if the young warrior was planning on adopting the little vampire himself. To be a dad so young...nuts. He's about to ask when Falcongaze beats him with a better inquiry. Tawnyclaw looks back at the kit, not doubting that the poor thing's been abandoned or neglected, but suddenly he's left wondering - what if Drowsynose inadvertently kidnapped a kit while his mom was off hunting or something? Tawnyclaw snorts at the thought.

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  GENERAL:
  ♔ Tawnyclaw
  ♔ DFAB— He/Him — Unsure
  ♔ 12 moons — Ages 1 moon every month 28th
  ♔ Skyclan — Warrior
  ♔ Son of Orangestar and Ashenclaw
  ♔ Brother to Cherryblossom, Eggbounce, Glimmersun and Owlheart
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ♔Physically hard | mentally medium
  ♔ Attack in bold #bf8924
  injuries: None currently

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