RISE WITH THE MOON && joining / lost kitten


candy corn


Its been days since she had escaped the stupid twoleg den and she has had absolutely zero luck trying to catch anything. Its sent her in to multiple crying fits of anger, she could barely remember what mama had taught her, its been so long! And her paws hurt, and shes tired, and every single snap of a stick scares the little ball of fluff more and more. Brave! Mama always told her she was brave, so why was it so hard to feel brave? Oh, she missed her, she missed her mama so much.

Her stomach growls loudly and a shrill whine leaves her mouth, god, she was so hungry! The rushing of a river fills her ears and they perk, water, finally! She bolts with all of the strength she could muster and collapses at the riverbank, dipping her head down to lap at the waves that lapped in. The waters cool, refreshing and she stays there, breathing heavily as her stomach growls once more.

( ᴛᴀɢs. )  ❝  Hound knows well enough that he's not supposed to stray too far from camp. Walking's enough'f a reminder on its own. Each stride leaves him with a little bit of an ache, a noticeable limp that any other clanmate'd cuff him 'round the ear for. But there's good reason for it, though, he'd swear it– the river drowned out most noise, but not that of a whining kitten. Not quite pain, thank the stars, but he knows those noises. They hit him somewhere he hates. Worry won't leave him be until someone comes back with that little voice in tow, and seeing as it's still sounding...well, anything he'd want to see done, he'd do it himself. He pushes himself through the grasses that crest by his shoulders, tickling sensitive whiskers. Ask him a moment ago and he'd've been certain he was getting closer– now, though, the voice's gone quiet. "Anyone out there?" Hound calls out quietly, a bit of a gamble, sure, but one he felt compelled to. "I won't make any trouble with you. Just wantin' to make sure you're all right."

Another step towards the bank, pushing through the final few feet of fading grass, and...he nearly steps on the little thing. Hound startles back, injured paw held high enough to send a twinge of pain, but he doesn't mind it. Background noise, compared to the sight before him. A scrawny little thing. Clearly hungry. Probably afraid of him, too; he sinks down to the ground, belly to the riverbank, to try an' soothe some of that, though he doesn't speak again just yet.

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  • ──── houndsnarl. trans male, he/him pronouns.
    ──── approximately 30 moons old, or 2.5 years.
    ──── bisexual with firm male preference; single.

    ──── a chocolate tabby with ( stylized ) low white and intense lime eyes. lean and lanky,  with whiplike musculature and a long, quick stride. hound's notable features include his impressive height, the long scar across the left side of his face from nose to jaw, his very deep, dense fur, and the confident manner with which he conducts himself.
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Fernpaw was not much bigger than this kitten, he noticed... embarrassing, really. All his siblings were way way bigger than him now- some of the nursery inhabitants, too! Humiliating, but- what could he do but puff himself up proud, an attempt made to feel much bigger than he was. Peering, bulging eyes found the kitten in the undergrowth, stood at Hound's side; and look he certainly did, craning his chicken-feather neck forward and regarding the other as if they were something to gawk at.

A tiny ear flicked at the sound of a tummy-rumble, quiet tiger-cub group, and a snicker snagged a smile onto Fernpaw's face. "You need to eat," he murmured, humoured and feeling very much as if he had just made a remarkably intelligent suggestion. What was she doing out here, alone, so hungry you could hear it? The river was right there, teeming with piscine meals...
( penned by pin )