border Down by the River (Lost kit)

[Ashpaw]

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——————————————【 Kitten | 7 Moons | Rogue 】—————————————

【⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆】Fangs crouched low in the hard, scentless nest he had been shut in. Their ears were filled with the deep rumbling growl of the monster and the strange calls of TwoLegs. Every now and then a flash of sunlight would hit them causing an involuntary flinch, but the young kitten did their best to keep still and in control. Fangs had long since lost track of time within the strange insides of the monster, but it had been long since they had been caught. With a barely suppressed shudder they again cursed themselves for letting their weakness, their hunger, lead them to such an obvious trap. Now and then one of the TwoLegs would shove their strange spindly paws through the cracks in the nest towards them and though the temptation to claw and spit and bite was great, the young cat remained still. It was out of strength they told themselves, because it couldn't be fear. It couldn't be weakness.

Finally the monsters incessant growling began to quieten, the TwoLegs beginning to fuss and move about. There was a bump that nearly knocked Fangs to their belly and then the growling stopped altogether. With clatter and thumps the TwoLegs began to leave the monsters guts, one picking up the kittens hard nest with them. Sunlight graced Fangs red gaze and they reflexively let out a pitiful mew. And hated themself for it. Their heart thudded in their chest as they swayed in that nest, the TwoLeg carrying them towards the yawning mouth of the gigantic den they call their homes. Suddenly - a commotion. The creature carrying Fangs nest stumbled and fell, their unwanted home plumetting to the ground with it. The kit cried in pain as they were bounced about with the hard impact of the nest, as they were spilled onto the incredibly hard rocky ground. But Fangs was ever the swift one, and they scrambled to their paws. The situation was overwhelming - the harsh cries of TwoLegs, the sizzling gaze of the sun, the blindingly bright light, the burning heat on their paws. The only thing to do was flee, and flee they did. Through the pain and the glare the white kitten sprinted through the shadows of TwoLegs and monsters, heading for the darkest place they could see - the massive pine trees that loomed over all.

Just as they thought their frail body couldn't run any further Fangs finally made it to the safety of the forest. It was as if they'd entered a cave, where mere moments ago was chaos and fire now there was quiet and shade. The kitten slowly stumbled to a limping walk, in all the pandemonium never noticing the scent border they had long since crossed. They merely limped slowly along the needle-strewn forest floor until they found themselves by a gentle, quietly babbling river. There, their energy finally gave out. Fangs collapsed to their belly, their reddish-blue eyes shut from the light that even here in the depths of the forest was painful, their skin burning beneath their fur, their paws on fire, and their heart still hammering. But at least they were free.

[penned by Delphy].

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[FIGFEATHER]

It doesn’t take long to be found in the pine forest.

The huntress is disrupted from stalking her prey as the smell of twoleg lingers underneath her nose. The fur along her hackles bristle. Opening her maw she tastes the air to investigate further, it’s a feline… has to be kittypet. The putrid scent of monster lurks too, have they come from its belly? Something she only knew was possible thanks to conversations with daylight warriors. Fantastream has been taken into one and somehow came out alive, nonetheless.

Abandoning her prey she trots with a minor hobble, following the trail of the scent. It carries her to the body of anadolescent by the river, pelt blindingly white. Their panting tells her at an instant they were alive, she could’ve almost mistook them for crow-food that had dragged itself desperately from the thunderpath. Hackles bristle, the feline was evidently weak and likely not a threat, but she’d treat them with the same suspicion she’d treat any trespasser. SkyClan has had too much trouble as of late to play it safe.

”Stay lowered! Don’t move!” Figfeather hisses, demanding the worn cat not to move a mouse-length. ”You’re trespassing on SkyClan territory. What were you running from? Are there twolegs after you?” That would explain the scent, wouldn’t it?

♡ INFO BATTLE

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  » Figfeather
  » SkyClan Warrior
  » She/her . AMAB
  » Mate to Fantastream
  » Sire to Sangriakit & Coffeekit
  » Mentoring Wolfpaw
  » A red tabby she-cat with a mangled leg.
  » ”Speech”․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » A foe in battle whose ability to strategize can shift tides.
  » Excels in strategizing and pre-planning her battles.
  » Fights defensively and to aid her clan to victory.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[Chickbloom]

If the skittish Scottish Fold knew what was going on by the twolegplace - the great struggle and herculean effort by one so little to escape - he would’ve been confused. Eggshellbloom liked twolegs. He liked the safety of their dens, the softness of their nests, the comforting (but indecipherable) noises they made. The coward liked twolegs. He loved his twolegs, but that didn’t mean the feeling was mutual.

But alas, Eggshell didn’t know the circumstances that led Fangs to their doorstep and beyond. The only information that registered to an anxious brain was the image of a still scrap of fur, collapsed by the river and stumbled upon as the boy was taking a walk, Figfeather by its side.

The stranger was a trespasser, but he was also completely harmless right now. A strange combination indeed. The daylight warrior was grateful that someone with more confidence was on the scene, but a small frown crossed egg-battered features at her treatment of the other. “Um - are you okay?” He offered in a much kinder voice, shooting an apologetic glance towards Figfeather. The scent of twolegs was strong, Maybe there was a simple explanation for all this. “A-Are you lost? I - we - er, s-someone can t-take you back to your h-housefolk.”​

 

[Ashpaw]

——————————————【 Kitten | 7 Moons | Rogue 】—————————————

【⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆】Footsteps. Cat-scent. Voices. Alarm blared through the fog of exhaustion in Fangs mind, and they tried to take the defensive posture they'd been taught. But their body - their weakness - failed them, and all they managed was to stand halfway up on trembling legs with unsheathed claws. "I... am fine." they rasped, red eyes though faded with exhaustion and pain locked on Figfeather. As Eggshellbloom approached another shiver ran up their legs - what was supposed to be tension. "I am nobodys... kittypet, I was just... taking a walk through the trees and needed... needed a break." their voice trailed off, the short and sharp burst of energy leaving the albino and Fangs sank back to a crouch.

[penned by Delphy].

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[Fireflyglow]

"You are far into the forest, young one." Fireflypaw's voice rings like a bell as he follows behind Eggshellbloom, following his friend's scent instinctively until they reach a fallen cat. His tail whips behind him, curiosity in his ghostly blue eyes. He lets Figfeather handle the interrogation, but the child doesn't seem to reveal their true reasoning for wandering this far into the pines. He doesn't have any herbs on him, and it wasn't like he would lend aid to a loner anyways- not unless they planned to join SkyClan's ranks.

"Gather yourself." His normally kind eyes are walls of steel now, hardened and yet his voice doesn't hold any aggression for the young cat. He is merely keeping his clan safe, his eyes flicking towards Figfeather in understanding. If this one wasn't going to join SkyClan, he was not welcome in their pine forest. Unlike the other Clans believed, SkyClan didn't just let random strangers walk through their lands at will. He knew the freshly new Lead Warrior was dependable enough to handle this herself, so he looks over to Eggshellbloom and nods to the scrambled warrior- as if saying leave it be, let her handle it, my friend.​

SKYCLAN MEDICINE CAT APPRENTICE ✦ 21 MOONS ✦ CHUNKY, BIG-FOOTED SEAL POINT ✦ TAGS​

 

[Ashpaw]

——————————————【 Kitten | 7 Moons | Rogue 】—————————————

【⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆】Another one...? Maggots, did I run into somebody's territory. The young cat looked up at the newcomer, their crimson eyes locking steadily with Fireflypaws should their gazes meet. Looking away might show weakness, and showing weakness might mean death. "What do you want." the kitten sighed. They might as well get it over with, Fangs was in no mood or shape for the usual extortionist banter they were so used to. "I don't have any food or fresh kill, or shiny things." Hopefully these cats were just wanderers, and Fangs hadn't trespassed. They knew all too well the punishment for walking where one didn't belong back home. But out here? Fangs looked around the forest and river, their eyes squinting against reflected light. It was just... trees. The kitten had seen similar places before, but usually there were still familiar TwoLeg touches and objects. Where they were now was almost alien to them. Why would there be cats living out here?

[penned by Delphy].

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[FIGFEATHER]

Figfeather is joined swiftly by Eggshellbloom and Fireflypaw. The daylight warrior and medicine cat both take gentler tones, which she can appreciate. Sometimes you needed a mixture of both when dealing with outsiders and she didn't mind acting the thorn. Though young, the cat before them was apprentice-aged, she would not treat them like a kit.

The feline responds that they are no ones kittypet, that they were just taking a walk through the trees and needed a break. Figfeather sees through the lie with ease, "That's not true. You could hardly stand just now, a stroll through the woods doesn't do that to a cat. If it did, I'd have died long ago." She meows before exaggerating a hobble to show off her mangled rear-leg.

Awkwardly, she realizes in this moment that she has complete authority here- Fireflypaw was letting her take the lead. She feels a wave of excitement but also worry, she's observed lead warriors handle outsiders' numerous times... but what if she still messed up? What if she disappointed her clan? 'This is in your blood. You're the kit of the first deputy of SkyClan and kin to Greeneyes. You've got this.'

"We don't want anything from you but the truth. What had you been running from? If it's followed you into the territory our clan could be endangered." She presses for information again, this time without a hiss and bared teeth.

♡ INFO BATTLE

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  » Figfeather
  » SkyClan Lead Warrior
  » She/her . AMAB
  » Sire to Sangriakit & Coffeekit
  » Mentoring Daisypaw
  » A red tabby she-cat with a mangled leg.
  » ”Speech”․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » A foe in battle whose ability to strategize can shift tides.
  » Excels in strategizing and pre-planning her battles.
  » Fights defensively and to aid her clan to victory.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[Ashpaw]

——————————————【 Kitten | 7 Moons | Rogue 】—————————————

【⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆】】Fangs watched the warrior warily, considering. Evidently they had trespassed but, for now, they were unharmed. Which was... weird. Should they tell the truth? Was there any reason not to? It was probably best to tread carefully here and, frankly, try as they might to suppress it Fangs was scared."I was stolen from home by TwoLegs, and managed to run away. I don't think they followed.."the young cat finally admitted hoping none of their fear leaked through into their voice.

[penned by Delphy].

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[COMETPAW]

"Stolen from home?" Cometpaw echoes, furrowing his brows and attempting to piece together the situation. The daylight apprentice stands near the newly-promoted lead warrior, Figfeather, the cat who had utmost authority here. She knew what to do; she was only trying to help this lost youth, who frankly did not seem to be too cooperative. They all had to wring answers out of them, probably because he was wary of strangers. Cometpaw could understand that. SkyClan's warriors had been intimidating to him at first too.

As a kittypet himself, Cometpaw feels inclined to give his input, "The twolegs were probably trying to take care of you. I was taken away by my twolegs when I was a kitten, and now I don't wanna leave them." He shrugs. Many cats were separated from their kin at a young age and given to other housefolk entirely; he wasn't sure why, maybe because the den got too cramped to house all of the cats at once. It wasn't too bad; he lived a short way away from his mother, which meant that he visited often. Maybe they had been scared to lose their family, too.

"Maybe you should go back. They might be worried. Twolegs are real nice, I promise." The lilac tabby tom suggests, not a lick of malice or impatience accompanying his tone, but rather concern and a willingness to help out.

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  — he/him; daylight apprentice
  — shorthaired lilac tabby with green eyes and low white; wears a gray collar and usually a sweater
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — link to full tags; @ on discord or dm @beaaats for plots!​

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[FIGFEATHER]

Stolen from home by twolegs? She’s heard that before- they’ve done the same to SkyClan cats. Cometpaw, meaning well, tells the adolescent the twolegs might’ve been trying to help them and that they should go back. As much as she’s glad it worked out for Cometpaw in the end, she thinks this is poor advice for the average cat twolegs rip from their homes. Daisyflight was taken and they killed her.

”They don’t take cats from their homes to help- not all the time anyways… A story for another time.” She meows, not wanting to get into it right at this moment. ”Where is home for you? We could point you in the right direction.”

♡ INFO BATTLE

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  » Figfeather
  » SkyClan Lead Warrior
  » She/her . AMAB
  » Sire to Sangriakit & Coffeekit
  » Mentoring Daisypaw
  » A red tabby she-cat with a mangled leg.
  » ”Speech”․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » A foe in battle whose ability to strategize can shift tides.
  » Excels in strategizing and pre-planning her battles.
  » Fights defensively and to aid her clan to victory.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[Ashpaw]

——————————————【 Kitten | 7 Moons | Rogue 】—————————————

【⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆】Fangs looked at the new cat for some time before replying. The fog of exhaustion made it difficult to think. They wanted to snap at them for saying such a naive thing, but that wouldn't do any good. "They put me in a weird... nest-thing that I couldn't leave. I... I don't want to be a prisoner." they mewed, shaking their head. Once more they turned their crimson gaze to Figfeather though it was much less standoffish. Maybe these cats weren't just going to kill them after all. The warriors question however caught them off guard. Where.... was home? "I... I have no idea. I was taken a bit after last sunrise, but then they put me in the nest-thing and then a monster... I don't know where home is from here."they replied, but thinking of home was difficult. Perhaps the TwoLegs had been a blessing in disguise. They could never have escaped that place, those cats, on their own. But, then again, they can't make do on their own, either. Or would they come after them? Fangs gaze turned distant as they lost themselves in such thoughts.

[penned by Delphy].

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OOC: aaaaa I'm surry if Fangs is inconsistent in places they're still new and I'm trying to get a grasp on them ;;

 

[Chickbloom]

A definite frown found its way across yolk-drenched features as the strange kit spoke of their experiences. Eggshell hoped they were simply a lost kittypet, it would’ve rejuvenated some of the whelp’s hope in housefolk to act properly, and remind him of how things used to be. Instead, folded ears were facing towards an escapee that now faced a different kind of imprisonment. If they were shooed away, Eggshellbloom was certain that the life of a loner would be two things to the kit: brutal and short.

Again, amber eyes looked to Figfeather for guidance. The ball of nerves was fidgeting now, shifting weight from one butter-stained paw to another. His gaze catches Fireflypaw’s own, and the boy tries to keep still and heed his friend’s silent advice.

Eggshellbloom bit down on his tongue, eyes focused on the kit once again. He knew the solitude of twoleg confinement, but never had to experience it so young. Even if Fangs had only been subjected to it a short while, a well of sympathy was springing up from the daylight warrior all the same. He wanted Fangs to stay with them, even if it was only for a short time till the other got their bearings, but the anxiety-riddled tom was also aware that it wasn’t his call to make.

“Well, you’re - you’re safe now, so…you won’t b-be anyone’s p-prisoner anymore.” If he wasn’t in a position of authority, the least Eggshell could do was provide comfort.​

 

[FIGFEATHER]

Figfeather nods a bit awkwardly to Eggshellbloom’s assurance. Right, SkyClan didn’t harm cats just for the sake of it. They were not cruel nor vindictive, the adolescent ‘chose’ the right clan to get lost within. She goes quiet… not positive at all in what to do. Watching she notes the feline’s gaze grows distance over time. If they didn’t know where home was… Figfeather couldn’t just leave him here.

”Whats your name? I’m Figfeather.” The red tabby meows, seeming to slowly become a bit more friendly as the interaction progressed. ”This is Fireflypaw, our medicine cat apprentice. Eggshellbloom, warrior, and Cometpaw, apprentice.” Her head bobs in the direction of each clan-mate as she informs the stranger of their identities. ”We can take you back to our camp and introduce you to our leader, if you’d like? Maybe she’d be willing to give you a place to rest while we think of how to help you get home.” Usually Figfeather isn’t a fan of bringing non-SkyClan cats back to camp, but unless they were to abandon the feline she doesn’t see many other options. Besides, she has a feeling this will satisfy her patrol members.

♡ INFO BATTLE

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  » Figfeather
  » SkyClan Lead Warrior
  » She/her . AMAB
  » Sire to Sangriapaw & Coffeepaw
  » Mentoring Daisypaw
  » A red tabby she-cat with a mangled leg.
  » ”Speech”․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » A foe in battle whose ability to strategize can shift tides.
  » Excels in strategizing and pre-planning her battles.
  » Fights defensively and to aid her clan to victory.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[Ashpaw]

——————————————【 Kitten | 7 Moons | Rogue 】—————————————

【⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆】Fangs looked towards Eggshellbloom as he spoke and their crimson gaze softened a little, he meant well. The albino turned their focus back to Figfeather as they spoke, their gaze following to each introduced catch in turn. At the warriors last words however they stiffened ever so slightly. Back to their camp? A place to rest? Fangs could certainly use it... but it seemed too good to be true. Not that they really had much of a choice. "... I'm called Fangs..." the young albino answered, flashing their longer-than-usual canines with a distasteful smile. They clearly weren't a fan of the name. "What's... what's the catch. There's always a catch, and I don't... have anything."

[penned by Delphy].

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OOC: I'm so sorry for the slow and bad response uni has been blehhh ;;

 

[FIGFEATHER]

Fangs… a fierce name for a cat she had initially mistaken to be a kittypet. She was use to kittypet names from strange cats who found themselves on SkyClan territory, not ones nearly befitting a forest-born warrior.

Fangs is reluctant at first at her offer, Figfeather doesn’t understand why until he inquires if there was a catch. ”Uh- no catch. We don’t expect you to sacrifice one of your toes or anything like that.” She meows in her best attempt to be reassuring. She assumes Eggshellbloom and Fireflypaw will cover that better as they begin to walk, StarClan knows Figfeather isn’t very good at it.

Slowly she begins to walk away, her tail flicking for the tired adolescent to follow.

♡ INFO BATTLE

• @Orangestar or @Cherryblossom , a possible joiner is being led to them :)
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  » Figfeather
  » SkyClan Lead Warrior
  » She/her . AMAB
  » Sire to Sangriapaw & Coffeepaw
  » Mentoring Daisypaw
  » A red tabby she-cat with a mangled leg.
  » "Speech"․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » A foe in battle whose ability to strategize can shift tides.
  » Excels in strategizing and pre-planning her battles.
  » Fights defensively and to aid her clan to victory.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[Ashpaw]

——————————————【 Kitten | 7 Moons | Rogue 】—————————————

【⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆】Fangs doesn't move for some time as they weighed up their options. The albino had three choices: They could try to find their home, making their way aimlessly through the maze of TowLegPlace until they found their home or die (Or both). They could try to survive on their own in the woods, though these cats seemed territorial and there may be others like them, and surviving alone with their condition wasn't likely. Or they could follow the strange cats and... hope for the best. The latter seemed like the only reasonable option, so with a brave face on Fangs managed to get to their paws once more and follow slowly along behind the warrior avoiding patches of sunlight like the plague.

[penned by Delphy].

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[Cherryblossom]

Through the dark slats of the pine forest, one of the patrols she'd sent out emerges. Lemon-hot gaze reflexively sweeps over the lot, paranoia searching for the bloodied staggers of a fox encounter, or the too-familiar defeatism that lined the faces of the patrol bearing Dandelionwish and Applefrost home. Her chest is seized again, the cold fingers of grief sinking into her ribcage, but they step into the light and it loosens.

Her head cocks. "Who's that?" Cherryblossom meows, striding authoritatively towards the returning cats. The ragged feline looks out of place, even compared to the wild-hardy warriors of SkyClan, with red-shot eyes and a frazzled gait, as though even the needles on their pine trees were startlingly novel. "Did you drag 'em off the Thunderpath or something?" The sleek calico doesn't smile at her own joke, and instead frowns a little harder at the newcomer.

There must be a reason the combined brains of Figfeather, Fireflypaw, Eggshellbloom, Stripetail, and Cometpaw decided to show them the deeper SkyClan territory. Cherryblossom steps closer, taking advantage of her full figure to somewhat loom over them. "I'm Cherryblossom, the SkyClan deputy." She meows it slowly and clearly, as if unsure if the odd-looking stranger even spoke their tongue.

ooc: welcome to skyclan!! i'm assuming fangs & co are at a place where orangestar or cherryblossom would bump into them now c: and if you're not in our discord server you should definitely join!

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[Ashpaw]

——————————————【 Kitten | 7 Moons | Rogue 】—————————————

【⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆】Fangs flowed from shadow to shadow as the patrol returned to camp, spending as little time in sunlight as possible. Even still, by the time they finally got there he was once again exhausted. It was... a strange place to the young albino. All trees and... plants and no TwoLeg structures in sight. Fangs stopped their gazing around as a young voice spoke up at them, and their crimson eyes turned to Cherryblossom. At the deputies words the albino bristled and anger flashed dark in their eyes. The rogue had expected distrust, extortion, even physical harm but mockery? "Are you some kind of nursery leader? You're barely older than me." hissed Fangs in response to the insult with a lash of their tail, trying to draw themselves up to match Cherryblossom's own posture despite their exhaustion and pain.

[penned by Delphy].

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OOC: Hhhggg thanks I tried joining the main TT discord as well as SkyClan I think but neither link worked :c

 

[Cherryblossom]

The little beast responds in true rogue fashion. Cherryblossom blinks at them, unimpressed, as they straighten out their crumpled form and throw bristles from dirt-worn fur. "How do you even know what a nursery is?" she huffs.

The calico dares take a step closer to them, deafening herself to the siren call of matching hackles and flattened ears despite the tension suddenly strung between them. "I don't think you understand the situation you're in," she continues. The sternness of her voice surprises her. No longer is she an apprentice raging at her peers, but a deputy: representative of the clan, whether to the grand likes of Howlingstar or this dirty rag of a cat.

"Our warriors brought you to our home, out of the kindness of our own hearts. You're obviously in bad shape, so I'm guessing you can't feed yourself. Am I right? Did you also know we don't actually need another useless mouth to feed? Especially not one arrogant enough to insult cats they just met." Despite the sudden urge to, Cherryblossom refuses to look at Fireflypaw or Figfeather. She is not an apprentice looking to her mentor for approval; she is deputy, and if they had any sense, they wouldn't undermine her authority in front of a stranger.

ooc: that sucks, i'll let staff know those links don't work! try this for the skyclan server and this for the main server for now?

TAGS​

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[Ashpaw]

——————————————【 Kitten | 7 Moons | Rogue 】—————————————

【⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆】The nerve of this cat. Fangs loathed to be looked down on, to be mocked. And to have the sheer gall to call them arrogant? "Arrogant? You want to talk about arrogance? The first thing you do to a stranger is mock them and think they can't understand you, think that because they aren't from here they don't know what a simple nursery is?" Fangs retorted, their ashen fur standing on end. "Your warriors " -another strange term- "Took me here out of kindness and the first thing I get is mockery and insults. I humbly seek your forgiveness, O great one, for clearly I do not understand this situation." they finish, voice dripping with sarcasm.

[penned by Delphy].

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