TAP DANCING TO A BROKEN RECORD \ prey theft

[REDFLOWER]

She is a miasma of a cat, a smear of dull red-and-black fur against the blotted unclaimed scrubland beyond ThunderClan's territory. Her ribs are stark beneath a dust-stained pelt; her eyes are dark and hollow. Greed bursts from amber orbs like half-squeezed fruits. Every movement she makes is fueled by disparate anger and desperation — and she cannot be away from her shallow-dug den for long, because two young kits slumber there, vulnerable, sheathed in moss.

Redflower has to eat. Her milk threatens to dry up, and her kits are not yet ready to be weaned. She can tell by how feeble their cries are getting; she can tell by how shallow their breathing has become.

She cannot let them die. They have much to accomplish; they have much to avenge.

The first cat she sees with a bit of prey blood caught in their whiskers meets her wrath. She springs for them, her teeth bared to their ugly red roots, her snarl like a trapped fox: "Give me that before I snap every one of your bones!" Her pelt bristles dramatically.

Despite her threats, it is clear she isn't one herself — and the smell of milk and sickness on her will be overly apparent. Her opponent has a choice to make — and so does she.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

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• Redkit . Redpaw . Redflower, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — 17 moons old, ages realistically on the 15th.
  — mentored by NPC ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a
  — exiled rogue; formerly a thunderclan warrior. npc x npc, gen 1.
  — formerly mated to skyclaw.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh tortoiseshell with low white and pale yellow eyes. bright, spiteful, impressionable.

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[Coyotecrown]

Kittens are a blight, too weak to actually be of any worth and costs a lot of precious resources just to have a chance of them being useful. It's too big of a gamble, too much of an investment. She barely tolerates the two that loiter around DuskClan because at least they're deemed old enough to saddled with some kind of responsibility. Yet she was to deal with trying to make a good impression, so she hunts for the sake of the clans youngest, it'll be worth it one day she thinks, though even she knows it to be a lie.

Worse than kits are their mothers, Coyotecrown doesn't hide the curl of her lip in disgust at the milk scent that clings to Redflower much like a parasite. The lizard she has in her maw is meager but it's hers not some demanding she-cat who can't hunt. Green eyes flicker over her figure then search past her, passively trying to percieve any signs of the kittens that she is clearly looking after. Yet it seems that either they've passed or they're hidden somewhere, it's for the better she supposes. Better than trying to scramble out and about here, where anyone could injure them. With a flick of her tail she sets the lizard down underneath her paw.

Claws unsheathe as she keeps the creature pinned, glaring at Redflower in the mere moments she has to assess her opponent. "You're in no shape to snap any bones, go back to whatever hole you crawled out from." She will not show kindness here, something she assumes that the other cat would do if their roles were reversed. Everyone's hungry here, she has grown up fighting cats in Twolegplace for a chance at a meal and that would not stop just because she has a clan name now.

‎‎ ‎OOC ✙ BABY NOTHING COMES FOR FREE ‎

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• COYOTECROWN
  She / her, Rogue, 17 moons (ages on the 3rd)
  ✥ NPC x NPC | Sibling to Vixenblood, Vipestriker, Kitestorm, Hawk, Wolf, Spider & Shrike
  ✥A long haired tortoiseshell with hazel eyes | Judgemental and spiteful, a cat that lacks respect for others and refuses to feign it.
  ✥ "speech" | thoughts | attacking
  ✥ All opinions are IC only!

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