- Dec 15, 2022
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It happens so fast. And she just — reacts. One second she's held tight in twoleg paws, feral creature restrained, then she's broken away. She's desperate. She needs to go home.
She needs to see them again. Willowroot, Iciclefang... little Mosspaw and Hazepaw. Is Mosspaw still so straight-laced, she wonders, is Hazepaw still such a troublemaker? And Crappiepaw and Fernpaw, are they warriors yet — how much have they grown without her?
She needs to see them again.
She won't survive another month like this, trapped in a tiny cell, alone.
She's vicious, made so by solitude, snapping and snarling and clawing and running. When she escapes, she nearly halts in her tracks, overwhelmed by the outdoors she called home just weeks ago. The daylight is so bright — the smells are so much.
She gasps, blinking wide green eyes, and she stumbles but doesn't let herself fall. Run, she's thinking, run. Run.
She takes shelter, finally, in a collection of bushes far from the shelter. Her bad paw aches from the chase, healed by twolegs and their strange medicine, but not wholly. (Maybe never wholly — the pain's persisted for long enough that she's starting to wonder.) She shudders, glass-green eyes scanning treacherous scenery. Around her twoleg monsters sleep, and twoleg dens cast long shadows on the ground. This is twolegplace, she thinks, swallowing tightly, as she starts to realize something terrible.
It's not over. She hadn't thought this far ahead, but it dawns on her, cold horror flooding her chest, that she doesn't know a way home from here.
Maybe... maybe the locals can help. The loners around here, kittypets, she thinks with disgust... maybe they've heard of the clans.
She needs to see them again. Willowroot, Iciclefang... little Mosspaw and Hazepaw. Is Mosspaw still so straight-laced, she wonders, is Hazepaw still such a troublemaker? And Crappiepaw and Fernpaw, are they warriors yet — how much have they grown without her?
She needs to see them again.
She won't survive another month like this, trapped in a tiny cell, alone.
She's vicious, made so by solitude, snapping and snarling and clawing and running. When she escapes, she nearly halts in her tracks, overwhelmed by the outdoors she called home just weeks ago. The daylight is so bright — the smells are so much.
She gasps, blinking wide green eyes, and she stumbles but doesn't let herself fall. Run, she's thinking, run. Run.
She takes shelter, finally, in a collection of bushes far from the shelter. Her bad paw aches from the chase, healed by twolegs and their strange medicine, but not wholly. (Maybe never wholly — the pain's persisted for long enough that she's starting to wonder.) She shudders, glass-green eyes scanning treacherous scenery. Around her twoleg monsters sleep, and twoleg dens cast long shadows on the ground. This is twolegplace, she thinks, swallowing tightly, as she starts to realize something terrible.
It's not over. She hadn't thought this far ahead, but it dawns on her, cold horror flooding her chest, that she doesn't know a way home from here.
Maybe... maybe the locals can help. The loners around here, kittypets, she thinks with disgust... maybe they've heard of the clans.
—— " i found gold in the wreckage "
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this takes place a little farther out from the clans! not necessarily the other side of town, but not super close either. any interactions welcome!!
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- 12 month old orange tabby with green eyes
- apprenticed to riverclan warrior willowroot
- crushing hard on iciclefang
- got real fucked up as a kid so if she seems like she was fucked up as a kid, that's why
- bitter, cagey, jumpy; responds violently when startled; perpetually exhausted; territorial, unfriendly to non-riverclanners
- soft spot for kits -
- kidnapped from riverclan by twolegs! but she making her ESCAPE!!!
