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[ATLAS]

A harsh wind whips itself across the forms of two cats, trees up above rustling their dead branches. Clouds clustered together overhead the pair of young felines stumbling over paws to get away from the angry sounds of the hissing creature they haven't met before. That was miraculously still after them, a surprise in itself from the long sleek - furred creature. One of the young cats... A torbie grits his teeth together as he tries to guide his stupid friend away from the stupid predator, his willowly limbs shake with the weight of his companion. His ears twitch to and fro to figure out where he is, all he sees are blurred shapes and white everywhere.

It is frustrating! Wide, hauntingly gray eyes twitch in their sockets, pupils pinpricks while he bares his teeth– speaking to his best friend. "Y-You... are stupid! W-we should've have never left our damned homes!" Comes a frustrated hiss. A delicate thin tail whips soon after him, like a whip cracking against the snow beneath. Atlas shivers as the cold bites his long figure, and he only briefly looks across the uncharted country. The young tom feels sick, with emotions rising up inside him, as he traverses away from the web - footed thing howling behind the retreating duo.

Finally away from the creature– a gray leather nose flairs in a huff, smoke bellows briefly in front of him. The torbie lets out a cough, salt spray leaving his maw while he sniffs. Nature was not kind, that he is certain. Falling snow, slow in its descent sprinkles across the shivering bodies of the two cats, bleeding into their fur. Pushing against the chill seeping beneath his now numbed pawpads, he grumbles under his breath. Crimson rivers slide across the torbie's fur, sticking to his once neat plush coat... his friend is bleeding. Injured... right. Mismatched ears angle back across his alabaster flamed skull, he swallows dryly. He is... lost. Unfortunate. "We seem to be lost..." He bluntly states, a slow blink from his eyes. As he finishes speaking a crunch from the undergrowth makes his fur rise on end, his skeletal back arches slightly. Oh- don't let it be another hissy thing! Atlas whips his head around, lips peel back to flash his teeth as he scented a disgustingly strong fishy smell.

﹒˖˚﹢﹕𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒 ᯓ❆ 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

• ooc. two kittypets get attacked by an angry otter and get lost wyd?
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• ( BITTER FOOL. SHOOTING STAR. ) ༉‧₊ .𓇼 ATLAS ╱ visually impaired kittypet
  𓇼 AGENDER ; HE / HIM ; CURRENTLY 6 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 7TH.
  ➸ unlabeled / not really actively looking — mentoring none.
  ➸ a lean, willowy longhaired cream/blue torbie with high white and foggy gray eyes.
  ➸ thoughts ; "Speech, 9aa6b2" ; attacks only
  ➸ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ➸ smells like salted caramel &. mild apple blossom musk
  — all opinions are ic
  
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  — penned by calzone

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[SARDINE]

ooc: this is open now >:3 + mentions of blood !!
He'd grown tired of the pampered life that he was forced to be accustomed to. Neighborhood shenanigans were beginning to feel dull and meaningless compared to the excitement that itched below his skin, the need to be exploring the vast forest behind his home. 'Home' was a word he used loosely, his only attachment to the place being that it was where he ate and slept. Sardine felt no connection with his owner, someone was out more than he was home. Being cooped up inside of a house was not the life for a cat, he decided after many moons alone, staring out the window; waiting, watching for the moment the door was opened and he was able to squeeze through out of his owner's reach into the horizon of the setting sun. All he wanted to feel was the wind through his fur, not the slow moving stale air he breathed every day.

One morning the boy decided he'd had enough. Slipping through the extra secret hole by the laundry room window he had discovered fit him perfectly, the blue chimera made his way over to Atlas' house with his usual mischievous grin and told him to pack up, it was time to leave. Sardine (oh, how he hated his name) was surprised at how soon his best friend had folded, but he knew how convincing he could be (he thought despite it definitely not being that).

With that they were off, bounding through the streets without a thought in the world for the consequences they may face. They went further than they ever had, now limping by a rushing river that rang through his ears. A slick-furred creature resided at its edge ahead, and his face contorted into that of confusion and humor. "The hell is that thing? Looks cute," he remarked offhandedly, shrugging and pressing on before hearing Atlas' answer.

But as Sardine got close, the creature's fangs were barred and before he could even realize, it had lunged for him shockingly faster than he would have expected. Raising his paw in defense (he quite literally did not know how to defend himself) it bit into his wrist, the blue feline cried out in pain before Atlas was at his side, pulling at his neck fur before the boy snapped out of his daze to lean against the other. The otter had become distracted by a crack! sound in the woods that gave them enough time to escape, breaths sharp and quick.

Pressing his ears against his skull at his friend's words, he narrowed his eyes and snapped back with some lace of a joke lingering in his tone. "Hey now! You agreed to this, you wanted out just as much as me!" Maybe it was just him who wanted out, but right now that didn't matter. What mattered was getting away and getting his damn wrist fixed.

Once away from the creature, Sardine fell over on his side with a loud "oof!", pain heavy in his tone as the sound was hissed out. At Atlas' 'astute observation,' he couldn't help but laugh himself as the realization struck him. "Well, that's great. Love to hear it. But, eh – I jus... I just gotta lay here for a bit... ya know... get my energy back up..." Blood was oozing from his injury, its flow heavier than before from the weight he had stupidly put on it.

But at the sound of a crunch, he was back to his paws again, hackles raised and fangs bared just like his friend's. "H- Hey! What are y-you doin', creeping around and uh – jus.. just being a weirdo! Show yourself!" Ugh, if it was that vicious little shit again... Sardine wasn't going to run away this time, though.​

 

[MIDNIGHTASH]

જ➶ The tight feeling in her stomach agitates her, makes her remember the hunger twisting her stomach. Makes her remember the situation that they have to endure even with all the pains it took to take back Sunningrocks. A soft breath escapes her as she steps across the ground hoping to actually find a morsel to capture. Something to bring back and also hoping that when she does she can find something to eat herself. Yet she doubts it. She doubts a lot of things and her mind won't stay focused. Lifting her fiery eyes that look dull compared to how the used to she pushes her way through thin bushes when she picks up the scent of blood. It makes her muzzle curl slightly because it is not the scent of prey but the blood of a cat.

With a frown lacing her muzzle she decides to get closer but easily enough she hears them. Louder than anything in the territory and easily scaring away whatever prey they have left. And then they snap at her and her eyes narrow just slightly as she presses through deadened foliage to peer down at the two youths. "Keep your voices down! Tch, actually no point now you've already destroyed any hope of hunting." Her maw clamps shut for a moment as she thinks, tail twitching with irritation before she looks down toward the one bleeding. "What happened? You really shouldn't be out here if you don't know what you are doing..." She smells the scent of twolegs, most likely kittypets and she hardlu has any love for them. ​

 

[lichenstar]

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• Midnightash suddenly veers after a scent... part of her hopes in vain that it may be a bounty worth bringing home but the urgency of her steps betrays knowledge Lichenstar does not readily have herself. Lips part to taste the air, wincing against the acrid scent of blood- someone is hurt out here? With any luck it'd be a ThunderClanner that dipped too close to the river and found ice gouging their greedy paws.
  
  The lynx point skirts after her lead warrior with a tail twitching with agitation as the hiss of a lecture floats on the breeze. "What did you... find?" She pushes past the branches of wilting brush, coming face to face with a grisly scene that lacks context.
  
  What... did happen here?
  
  There is another scent on the air that doesn't belong to these young cats... Had they been attacked? Was it still near? Or had their foolish escapade outside of their Twoleg homes found them battered and bruised by nature itself?
  
  "That looks... bad... Algaepaw-... see if you can... find Moonbeam or... Robinheart. Tell them... there's blood." They'd bring whatever they needed to staunch it, Lichenstar would not pretend she knew much more than the usefulness of cobwebs and poppyseeds.
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[robinheart]

She is summoned by her own child, breathless from traversing the territory to tell the medicine cat team of injured cats… or just one cat? Robinheart does not actually know what she is to see when she arrives, only that her presence is needed.

The tortoiseshell limps towards the scent of iron and something distantly familiar. Twoleg scent. It has been many moons since such a stench clung to her pelt. Robinheart tries not to think about it too much as she pushes through scraggly vegetation and beholds the small Riverclan patrol flanking two unknown kittypets. Clasped in her jaw is a bundle of cobwebs and marigold – a traveling sachet handmade by Moonbeam and herself during times where their patients do not need their attention.

Robinheart sets the bundle down and turns her citrine gaze to Sardine first, isolating them as the one who is injured (or at least has the worst injury of the duo) and offering a gentle smile. "I hear there is someone injured. May I look at your wounds and treat them?" The apprentice asks softly, giving space to the kittypet for as long as they may want or need… she'd hate to assume Sardine wants her assistance and would rather acquire permission first.​

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[ATLAS]

Hackles were raised, fangs clicking together as a sharp ear twitched at his friend's voice. When the unfamiliar scent of fish whiffs upon his nostrils, he wrinkles his nose at the stranger's voice. "What's it to you?" He retorted, not even hiding his annoyance leaving his maw. The torbie narrows his eyes, a blurred shape conjures upon his sight- he cannot see their appearance correctly. No matter.

Atlas's thin tail twitches and curls near his friend, pale limbs hug close to himself. His neck cranes upwards towards a new voice that appears from a rustle from the undergrowth. He sees a blurred shape move from the undergrowth, with another blob following after. Puffs of white billows from between ivory fangs, as his ears twitch to and fro, listening to the strange words coming from the molly's mouth. Algae... paw? Moonbeam? Robin... heart? Great more weirdos. He probably looks like a mess. His plush coat, once pristine and neat is now ruffled and soiled with blood oozing from his friend. He lets himself sniff at the air, the cold stinging his nostrils. Atlas cringes back at the new scent, grey eyes rolling in his sockets as he snaps his head at the newcomer that smelled of... plants? Bony paws knead at the snow. He does not speak when the newcomer asks Sardine a question, he stands and listens.

﹒˖˚﹢﹕𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒 ᯓ❆ 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

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• no ref yet.​

• ( BITTER FOOL. SHOOTING STAR. ) ༉‧₊ .𓇼 ATLAS ╱ visually impaired kittypet
  𓇼 AGENDER ; HE / HIM ; CURRENTLY 6 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 7TH.
  ➸ unlabeled / not really actively looking — mentoring none.
  ➸ a lean, willowy longhaired cream/blue torbie with high white and foggy gray eyes.
  ➸ thoughts ; "Speech, 9aa6b2" ; attacks only
  ➸ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ➸ smells like salted caramel &. mild apple blossom musk
  — all opinions are ic
  
  → biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone

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[TIGERSPLASH.]

the she-cat's ears pin back as a rare snarling grimace makes its way to her face, an expression almost instinctively reactionary to the faint aroma of twoleg stench on the strangers' fur. she approaches silently behind lichenstar, already mourning the empty stomach she would have that night thanks to this derailment of their hunting party. still, she remains silent, moving aside as robinheart approaches -- algaepaw had done their job well and quickly, though tigersplash would personally like more of an explanation for how the strangers had gotten lost in their territory before they wasted their medicine cat's resources on them.

"What's it to you?"

tigersplash snarls at the cat's biting tone, instinctively jumping to her clanmates' defense. "watch your tone," she growls lowly. "i'd rather not have cats bleeding out on our territory, so maybe don't give us a reason to let it happen," she continues. it's an empty threat -- tigersplash isn't coldhearted enough to leave another cat out to die even if they were intruding and assholes.

besides, the two of them look young -- barely more than kits, really, and clearly with no skills to survive out here. how had they even managed to get this lost? regardless, she could feel some part of her softening with sympathy. with robinheart's attention focused on the other cat, who looked to be injured pretty badly, tigersplash's eyes glance up and down atlas, assessing.

"are you injured anywhere? how did you two get out here?" she asks, a slight note of concern in her voice.

｡:ﾟ.°✧ DONT SUGARCOAT ME BABY

• ooc.

• TIGERSPLASH (she/her/any) is a 26 moon old riverclan warrior with longhair chocolate/cinnamon fur with high white and amber eyes. she is the gen1 daughter of redfur and dawnflower.
  
  TAGS. penned by riyue. dm me on discord (xriyue) for plots.​

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[SARDINE]

/ ignore how late this is
His mind was in a whirlwind when Midnightash made her appearance, paws swaying back and forth ever so slightly from the blood he had lost. 'Wha- are were other cats out here?' Sardine had heard of them, of course -- it was partially the reason that he had dragged Atlas with him in the first place. But he hadn't expected them so soon, so close to home- no, that place wasn't home anymore. Never again. And the boy was more than okay with that. Maybe this could be his home, instead.

Puffing up his blue and silver fur to seem as large and intimidating as possible despite his small size, he lifted his chin and looked at her with muzzle taking up most of his vision. "'Hunting?' Oh cool, you guys have to go out and like... catch your own meals? Oh man, Atlas, that's so sick!" The facade was immediately dropped as he tried to whip around to look at his best friend, a wide, excited smile on his maw that was soon replaced with the display of someone who was in a great amount of pain. Hissing from the searing pain traveling up from his wrist, he looked suspiciously back at the molly with narrowed eyes, gaze flickering back to Atlas as he spoke back to her despite the slight concern lacing her voice. Sporting a lop-sided grin to hopefully hide his expression of pain, he snickered and nodded. "I mean -- um -- yeah! Why are you askin' us random questions, 'n'-- and interrogatin' and be... belittlin' us, huh? We... we know what we're doing," he scoffed, ears now pressed against his head as another wild cat emerged from her position in the bushes. Great, how many of them were there?

A thought popped into his mind, one that sent him spiraling and leaning harder against Atlas, mind fuzzy and light. 'Are they gonna eat us?' Trying to take a step back, he threw his head now in the direction of Robinheart, who had come back surprisingly faster than he could have ever expected after... Al... Algae... paw...? Went to go and get her. What made this she-cat so special that she was called to the scene and look at his wound? He had never thought about it until now, but he'd have to go to the vet now... wouldn't he? Cowering and taking a real step back now, he flinched away from Robinheart at the mention of wounds and treating them. He stared at her blankly, the boy's mind unable to wrap around the idea of an all-healing cat that can just take his pain and wound away with... a bunch of flowers??

"Um... I -- I don't know... h-how can we k-know to trust you guys? H-how do I know you're not tryin' to poison me?" Sardine's tone was childish, he whined and couldn't hid the fear and pain that now was intertwined into his voice. Leaning once again against Atlas in order to sit down on his haunches, he blurted out: "and what's with the weird code names, huh? Like, there's no way these are your guys' real names." Was he about to get crucified for that statement? Maybe, but at least he got the thought off his chest.

The sharp growl that left Tigersplash made the blue-hued child jump, his fur barely sticking to his skin as he immediately tried to compose himself once again. Oh man, this one was scary... shit, maybe Atlas was right. It was a mistake coming out here.

Looking at Tigersplash through narrowed eyes, he puffed out his chest and tried to speak as maturely as he could. "L-like I said before, how can we trust you and your... bunch? We ain't sayin' anything until I- I know that you guys aren't gonna eat us!" Sardine finally blurted out, heat rising into his cheeks as his head swam even more. Maybe he could blame it on the blood loss, should he be wrong.​

 

[lichenstar]

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• The molly lifts her tail in a bid to calm Tigersplash's agitation, something that raises just as quickly as dry pine needles go up in flames. Their hesitation is warranted, especially if they acknowledge that their current status has them pressed against a proverbial wall. What are they to do if the RiverClanners are not as generous as they seem? Fight? They would surely die.
  
  Lichenstar is grateful for Robinheart's speed (and therefore, Algaepaw too deserves some praise). She is prepared and soft as ever, a welcome landing pad for their more timid and fearful queries. The suggestion they might eat them does spawn some amused rumble that she tries to quickly quiet. It wouldn't do much to benefit their cause if they felt mocked... given how insecure they already preened themselves to be.
  
  "I didn't think... we looked... that much... like dogs..." the lynx point grumbles good-naturedly, "no... we have no... interest... in eating you." Not when there are things like.. fish... birds... voles even... so many better options. Lichenstar isn't even sure she'd fall so far as to try consuming another of her kind before dying instead. "Look... you don't... have to accept... the help.. but you'd be... fools not to."
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[MIDNIGHTASH]

જ➶ The more they talked the more her maw curls, flashing her sharp fangs in agitation. If anything they should be happy that they even thought to help them at all. Her tail lashes back and forth and she snaps her gaze to Lichenstar and then to Robinheart. "You should be praising Starclan that we even found you out here. Least you bleed to death." Her tone is cold and unwavering and honestly she agrees with Tigersplash. They are at least lucky that they are offering to help them at all. But the molly finds her gaze of amber going to the other that speaks. Asking about trust in a situation like this. What rubbish. "I mean, we could just leave the both of you here. Honestly, the dogs around here might love a good meal during leafbare." She is not as kind or joking with her words and she shrugs her shoulders.

Honestly she wants a valid reason to waste resources on them. They are strangers, not of Riverclan. What is the reason to help them? Send them back to their twolegs licking their wounds. Know that the forest is not where they belong.​