private Must be the season of the witch | Begonia

[Beetlepaw!]

⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊ The long dry grass crinkled under their heavy pawsteps. They had told their mentor that they'd be right back, but their legs seem to be taking them farther and farther from where they were supposed to meet up. Their black and brown fur stood up on end as they chased the smell of death to the border. Someone strange had passed through here, and they crinkled their nose at the deeply unpleasant smell. They could hear the other get closer and closer."S-stop right t-there!" Beetlepaw's voice shook but they stood tall in case the stranger decided to attack.

As their eyes meet the fear disappeared completely and burned into embarrassment. The loner was clearly smaller than they were and bone thin with fur so matted and tangled they had wonder if it had once been long and flowing. Shame bubbled in their chest, it wasn't that long ago that themselves and death danced around each other.

A chase that the young loner seems to be losing. "You umm.. s-smell bad.."Beetlepaw murmured, shifting their weight, growing more uncomfortable."But umm.. I can h-help. M-my home is nearby are you h-hurt? Can you walk?" The apprentice clearly forgot that they were just following their scent trail all the way out to the border.​

 

[Begonia]

⛧But Who's Keeping Score⛧​

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"A less patient cat would have your throat for such an insult!" A growl tore from Begonias throat as his tail rose high in the air. "You dare approach me with such an offer."Begonia circled the black and brown cat in a low crouch. Begonia survived this long on his own, he didn't need some soft clan apprentices help in the wilds of the forest. "You'll have to take me in unconscious if you ever want me to enter any of these clan camps"

Begonia attempted to seem intimidating as he stalked around the cat in front of him. It was difficult with his obvious limp and malnutrition. Begonia was running on fumes at this point, food was scarce and in his desperation he wandered in to hunt in WindClans borders. Matted fur made advanced mobility more difficult, catching quicker prey was becoming harder and harder. Begonia stopped abruptly, winded as his eyes never softened. "I don't need" Begonia huffed out "Your help"

 

[Beetlepaw!]

⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊ Honestly, the two-toned dark cat had no idea why the other was hissing at them. Yet they stayed perfectly still as they were circled. They want to be knocked unconscious? Their face twisted in concern, but they didn't question his logic. "No n-need to be m-mad, little bird. " she sweetly reassured. Knocking him out isn't a half-bad idea; he'll not know his way back to camp in case he's actually with another clan or something. The tip of their tail swished low to the ground as they contemplated how to do it nicely.

Oh, if only they could just scoop them up and cuddle the tom till he felt better. And they would once he gets cleaner, fed, and has his fur thoroughly groomed. Okay, no backing out now, Beetlepaw! If she left, he'd probably die out in the cold… It was heartbreaking to see such a teeny tiny little fellow bark such angry words. The stranger stalked up to the apprentice but was met with a kind and gentle smile.

"Um... H-hey, what's y-your name again?" Beetlepaw asked, lowering themselves to the ground as if to lie down. As soon as Tom lets down his guard, she jumps forward, trying to tackle him but instead cracking her skull into his. Throbbing pain echoes in their head. "Owie! I r-really don't see why… Y-you had to be unconscious to come w-with me!"** They whined, clutching their bruised head.​

 

[Begonia]

⛧ Oopsie Daisy ⛧​

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"What are you doing? Back off!"Begonia hisses as his claws poke out into the ground. His eyes carefully watching the two toned cat approaching him. Begonia's head tilts in confusion as he watches the cat lower to the ground. Not perceiving the cat as a threat any longer, Begonia focuses less on defending himself. His tail drops from its place high in the sky. Begonia relaxes his tense body and takes a shaky breath.

Begonia hit the ground roughly, feeling his aching bones clash with a the cold hard ground. "Oof" Begonia hissed out before a brain rattling force rammed into his head. Begonia fell in a heap, like a puppet with its strings cut. Collapsing into a lump of matted fur and malnutrition. Begonia distantly in the recesses of his mind felt a tug on his neck as his body began to be drug on the ground.