private IN OMNIA PARATUS ✦ edenberry

[DOEBLAZE]

The sun sits low and hen-broody in the sky, painting their shadows starkly against the snow as Doeblaze, with @edenberry ?! at her side, crosses the last dip down into Twolegplace. She has to do this on her own time, which means wedging it in after a day of hunting and checking the borders. During her dawn patrol to this very border, she'd watched the redbrick buildings with a stark green eye.

" Thanks for agreein' to come with me, Edenberry, " she murmurs with a hoarse puff of steam. The dregs of her accented meow pop in the relative quiet as the Twolegplace's streetlights buzz to life, the sky purpling slowly around the red sun. Shoulder blades jutting prominently against her shaggy coat, she pauses, the once-familiar pavement foreign against her calloused paws.

" So … where should we go first? Or who should we talk to? " she puts her questions to the pinstriped daylighter, shaking out her pelt to dislodge stray needles. " I've got to defer to your expertise, here. " She punctuates with a scratchy chuckle, musing thoughtfully to herself, " Hopefully more of the rogue-associatin' types will be out at this hour. "

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[edenberry ?!]

The clan's needs grow more difficult to keep up with the later into leaf-bare it gets. It seems like for every hunt they go on, they are already three hunts behind schedule. What little they catch goes diverted towards the nursery... the elders... the sick... and their numbers do not decrease with each passing day. Oddgleam's litter (and Orangestar's as well) now eat prey rather than the milk of their poor dams... and that is it's own new burden.

So to be asked after for a mission that removes them from the monotony of prowling through the trees, they practically lunge at the idea to be useful in some other way. Doeblaze has not been around the Twolegplace in any sincere capacity in some time.. at least not half-so much as Edenberry. They'd been called upon once before for their expertise in that regard, only to unmask the flesh-strewn bodies of what once had been clanmates beloved.

"Of course," they respond, voice cracking with the effort to sound cheerful. "I wouldn't want you trying to wander around here alone," they add, admitting their fear for what lurks through the alleys after dark.

Their ears swivel, listening for the clatter of metal trees and monsters that roar in the distance. Finding cats to interrogate would be simple enough, depending on the location- their own paws itch with a familiar adrenaline, recalling a particularly nasty rogue that had been eager to fight over the scraps discarded in the huge, shiny boxes of stink. "Right... well... the Twolegnests are mostly going to be kittypets and dogs- we'll want to head to the dark paths and abandoned nests to find anything useful probably..." With no Twolegs disturbing those areas, they made great hideaways for the more nefarious and lonely types...

⟡₊ ⊹ i ll betray you like a man

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• -- edenberry / skyclan daylight warrior / any pronouns / 20 moons
  -- mostly white with black pinstripe and green eyes / scarred face and back
  -- color #728c69

 

[DOEBLAZE]

Cool wind combs through her cheek fur, whipping it around her face; it may as well be cut from the ice dripping off one of the rooftops, for how readable it is. Then she sighs and the hard lines of her expression slacken; her shoulders loosen a little. It has been a long time since she prowled these streets and now, as ever, she only revisits it on behalf of great tragedy. Nostalgia has long been overlaid by anger, sadness, pain, each death a shovelful of soil on its grave.

" Yeah. It's like the place sprouted fangs and started takin' chunks out of us, " she sighs before realizing how morbid her metaphor sounds. Her correction is hoarse and hasty and halfhearted: " Sorry. That came out strange. "

" Sounds good to me, " the tawny warrior agrees with a brisk nod to her young companion. She never seems to see enough of Edenberry; she only seems to notice them through the holes they leave when they aren't around. Their absence earlier this year had impressed upon her what a missed presence they'd been, what with their endless optimism in ever-dark times.

" I must confess, I've never been 'round the shadier parts of Twolegplace, " she comments as they start their trek towards the boarded-up nests and shadowy paths that wound through the darker side of Twolegplace. Exactly the type of place a Clan-killer might lurk, she thinks; where Oakrumble's killer might linger to brag about their conquests over the forest cats. " 'Spose this'll be educational in more ways than one. "

There's a certain grimness to her voice. It's with a slightly sickening confidence she knows she'll do whatever it takes to catch Oakrumble's killer.

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