duskclan Tonight We Face The King ☪ Failed Escape Attempt

[Mumblekit]

Mumblekit

Status: Terrified

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Must get out. Have to escape. GET OUT! Were the thoughts running through the terrified child's mind as she scrambled through shadows across the camp. She turned 4 moons. It was time for her to be an apprentice. But she didn't want to be one. The way Father talked about it, it scared her. It meant battle and fighting and being yelled at because she wasn't good enough. Because she was too weak. Her only hope was to escape and find Mother, or even take a chance with one of the clans that Privetfrost said didn't like them. Surely they'd take in a small scared kitten? It wasn't like she had killed anyone! Yet...The longer I stay here the more likely that is looking... She didn't want to kill anyone, didn't want to live up to her father's words of her being a weapon to kill. She glanced around, panting breaths leaving her maw as she hid in a shadow, waiting for the cat to pass. No one paid her any mind, not yet anyway. She was doing what she always did, running and hiding. She had tried to memorize the patterns of cats in camp but sometimes they didn't keep to a set schedule and it was hard.

There! Her one way to freedom, a hole in the barely there wall of camp. She slunk closer, one last glance around for anyone nearby before making a beeline for the spot. She couldn't stop to examine the tear in the gorse for long, just enough to know she would fit. She had noticed it a week ago and now was the time to utilize it. She quietly shoved herself into the spot, wiggling her way through. Though she didn't even get halfway before feeling teeth grab onto her tail. NO! Who! Who could have caught her? No one was around! She had made sure! Mumblekit wiggled ever furiously in a futile hope to escape the grip and get away.

"And where do you think you're going?"

Her Father's gruff voice. That is who has found her. Her body instinctively freezes and she is dragged out. All she can do is sit there, frozen. Teeth latch onto her scruff and it's like she comes alive. A furious, terrified screech, most likely heard all across camp and beyond leaves her jaws and she dangles from the blue tom's mouth. The small kitten is kicking, and slashing, angry hissing leaving her as he trudges back towards the main part of camp. "NO! Release Mumble! Release!" She wails at the top of her lungs, not even caring anymore as she watches her one hope of getting away fading behind her Fathers large form. She slashes at him where she could reach, a grunt leaves him as her back claws leave a mark on his chest. She feels the air take her as she is finally released, dropped into the middle of camp. She lands with a soft thump and almost makes a dash for it until she looks up and sees the crowd that has formed, no doubt from her screaming and shouting and the whole commotion.

Mumblekit stumbles back into her father's front legs, almost as if seeking salvation from the danger, the threat, but he will not provide her protection. Instead he damns her to hell with his next words. "We got a little runaway here. Found her trying to crawl out through a hole." They will patch the hole, they will watch her more closely. There will not be another attempt. This she knows. This was the only chance she got and it has been destroyed. All the kitten can do is hunker down low to the ground, frozen in terrified fear as a steady whine and whimper leaves her throat. Awaiting whatever punishment may be deemed fitting enough. She's scared. She want's her mama.
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It's my Curse to try and make it right ☪────☪────☪ But by trying make it Worse

• OOC:
• Mumblekit - LH Classic Black Tabby w/ Low White and Green Eyes ☪ She/Her ☪ Duskclan Kit ☪ Penned by Snowy ☪ 4 moons
  ☪ Contact TimelordSnowy on Discord for plotting
  ☪ "Speech"
  ☪ Thoughts

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[Coyotecrown]

Coyotecrown shouldn't be surprised, she really shouldn't. Mumblekit has been a flight risk since the day she was brought in. The look she levels the pathetic kids father is one of contempt. What was he hoping for? Praise for managing to collect his own kid? One who shouldn't have been given the opportunity to escape to begin with had he not been so incompetent as to not watch after her. "Is she not supposed to be under your guidance?" the chimera hisses in an accusatory tone. Taking a step towards him and holding her head up high, staring down at the tom. "She should not have been given the chance to be a run away, or are you looking forward to potentially being slaughtered because your daughter rats you out to the first cat she comes across?" Whiskers wobble as her tail lashes. Not caring if it's whipping against the side of anyone in the clan right now, maybe she would be a little less easy to rile up if it wasn't for Kitewail's absence.

They've already lost one, someone she deems a runaway. At least Kitewail has children here, they wouldn't give up where DuskClan is the most vulnerable with that particular insurance policy. Scanning across the clan a tight frown finds her, trying to spot the green glare of her deputy. "Privetfrost, what do you think should be a suitable punishment for the pair?" She had plenty of ideas herself, though the torbie is keenly aware of how much stimuli she should give her prideful other half. Sharp glare levels at Mumblekit finally, having been content in acting like she didn't exist up until this point.

"I think Mumblekit here should be fed last for the next week minimum. If she is so desperate to not experience DuskClan's protection then she should be exempt from rules that are built to serve her." She had kept a lot of Rumblerain's principles, as much as she thought it to be foolish there was a sound logic in keeping DuskClan's future generation fed. Though it seemed that some clanmates needed a reminder that this is a luxury that can be forfeited at any point. "What say you?" it's a challenge dressed up to be a question, daring him to think of something better.

‎‎ ‎OOC ✙ BABY NOTHING COMES FOR FREE ‎

• Talking to @PRIVETFROST (also IC opinions only she's awful </33)

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• COYOTECROWN
  She / her, DuskClan leader, 22 moons (ages on the 3rd)
  ✥ NPC x NPC | Sibling to Vixenblood, Viperstrike, Kitewail, Hawk, Wolf, Spider & Shrikedream
  ✥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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[PRIVETFROST]

With glittering eyes rimmed in vitriolic disappointment, Privetfrost emerged from the curtains of gloom. The sound of insolent crying first broke into sensitive ears, the irritating song of a wounded bird enough to drive him to his feet. Writing mass of loosely-spooled darkness, screeching and flailing all the while, found herself in the jaws of her errant father. At his leader's prying eyes, he closed the distance between them with a brisk, trotting gait. The Duskclan deputy casted his shadow upon the sniveling child, as though he were some raptorial beast hovering over a rat, a predator looking down at a bundle of beating flesh. She shivered and hid betwixt her father's legs, as if it would grant her salvation, as if he could not reach her from beneath her guardian. A scowl surfaced from surreptitious and sable visage. How dare she even attempt to run, and how dare she not face the consequences of her actions. "Mumblekit is a traitor to Duskclan. I believe traitors deserve the harshest of punishments, one that will stay with them until they die." The tomcat's low voice sounded as he turned towards Coyotecrown, like a chilly draft that ran its fingers through one's fur, though it brought little relief from a scorching-hot sun. It was his duty to judge turncoats and reprobates. For the man who believed himself larger than the stars, he would find himself at the liberty to exert his own will.

Raising one white-tipped paw, he quickly swiped unsheathed claws along Mumblekit's face. It was a momentary exchange, and he had been careful not to strike at the eyes or the throat. Like a precise weapon, sharpened into an ultimate apex, he only dealt what he wished to deal. "Wear it well, for this is the brand of a traitor. You are lucky that you happened to be so young, that you have not squandered all of your potential. If you were but a little older, I would show you no mercy." Privetfrost growled, watching scarlet droplets bloom upon the pitch-coated countenance of the young molly, in the same manner that he would watch the tremulous wake of a hatchling bird. There was pity in his expression, but not that of a bleeding heart. It felt akin to watching the corpse of a prey animal slowly decay underneath a sweltering heat, picked asunder by the inimitable forces of nature. "Now, get this whelp out of my sight. And you," Daggered gaze turned towards Mumblekit's father, "make sure that Mumblekit is fed last, just as Coyotecrown orders. If I find that you are disobeying Coyotecrown, there will be much more than a little scrape on the nose awaiting you." With that, the black-and-white tomcat turned on his heels to occupy his time with more productive work.

SIE WIRD HEUT NACHT NICHT UNTERGEH'N 🗡🗡🗡 UND DIE WELT ZÄHLT LAUT BIS ZEHN

• OUT OF CHARACTER. Permission given by Snowy to inflict the wound! Also IC opinions he sucks so bad
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  PRIVETFROST & HE/HIM & 15 MOONS
  

  —— Deputy of Duskclan / Snakehiss x Berrysnap / Former mentor of Mizzlepaw
  —— Wine-dark and white-tipped, almost like a magpie. He has black fur except for the tips of his ears, his muzzle and chin, a blaze on his chest, bottom portion of the legs, outer end of the tail, and along the upper ridges of eyes. He has ghost striping that can only be seen in certain sunlight and cold, fern-green eyes.
  —— A cool and calculating despot with little regard for those that do not fall within his plans. Hard to befriend and harder to maintain a steady friendship with, though he will humor one if they have something to offer him. Ambitious and ever-inquisitive of the curiosities of his own mind.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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[Smudgeclaw]

Smudgeclaw gently approached Mumblekit, lifting her softly from the ground by the scruff.

"Come on now, you don't want to stay around here." He offered quietly. There was still a chance Coyotecrown, Privetfrost or one of the many other bloodthirsty cats within Duskclan decided that just scolding Mumble's father wasn't enough. He kept low at Privetfrost's fierce commands, silently turning towards the nursery with the small black molly secure in his grip.

He set her down inside, looking over the claw mark that Privetfrost had left. "Thats definitely going to scar out here, sorry lil fella. I wish we had something for it."

Some cats used like, leaves or something right? He gently dapped her wound with a leaf, just trying to get the blood trickle to stop.
"Well, good enough. You uh, you still there inside?" the tom waves a paw in front of the shellshocked kits face. "Hm, guess not. Oh well, I did what I could." and with a quick stretch, he left Mumblekit to sit in her shock.

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[starlitpaw]

What a lesson to learn...

Starlitkit watches from afar the scene that unfolds. He hardly notices Mumblekit's attempt until she is hoisted into the air, shrieking desperately. By her own father, no less. And he reports his wayward daughter to the leader and deputy, who then punish her twice over. Privetfrost glides his skilled claws across her face and Coyotecrown forbids her to eat until everyone else is fed. Even Smudgeclaw, with his morsel of kindness, leaves the kit to the hollow pain of her wounds.

The tabby looks to @larkspurkit , head tilted towards the other. "Don't be like her." The eldest doesn't think he could sit by idly while his youngest sibling is dressed down and torn apart. "Stay by me," Starlitkit murmurs, uttering a quiet, plain, "Please," shortly after. Larkspurkit is his to protect until Kitewail returns for them - be it they want to stay in DuskClan or to take them away, the star-sewn kitten doesn't care. They are doing their promised duty by keeping Larkspurkit safe.​

 

[larkspurpaw]

The runt spectates through half-slitted eyes with his head cocked to the side. It was to be expected that the naive Mumblekit would attempt to leave, she has no one to warn her against and remind her that there are consequences for poorly executed decisions. The kit was more lonely than the two abandoned siblings despite her father being around, he empathizes with her now, more than ever. He wants to go home. To their fantastical promised home.

Larkspurkit's muzzle twitches sporadically as he tries to maintain a neutral expression as he is confronted by the callousness of his aunt and her deputy. His tasseled tail twitches to rest protectively on the spine of Starlitkit, like it will ward away Privetfrost from ensnaring them too. The runt rips his attention from the scene unfolding and rests his head against the striped shoulder of Starlitkit. The commotion has exhausted him and so has a multitude of worries. "I'll always... be at your side. It's me and you," Larkspurkit juts his uneven maw forward and for a moment. "Against everyone else... Always." He'll never leave without her. He sets his head against her again and raggedly sighs.

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Larkspurkit is a black smoke/silver tabby chimera wip wip wip

Kitewail x Florabreeze / littermate to Starlitkit, Wiltingkit, Hollowkit / half-sibling to Magnoliashine
mentored by who / mentoring who
2 moons old as of 02/15/2025

penned by ken_unot

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