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Twolegs once didn't scare him, after all they kept him fed and were kind to him when he stayed in that shelter cage so long ago; but maybe that in itself was cruel. A touch of warmth to remind him of what he didn't have behind steel bars, a life he could not feasibly complain about because he was provided for - a gilded cage. He had almost not left that day when the door didn't latch into place and remained open enough for a cat to push his way out. No, he had nearly decided to stay out of fear of a world he didn't know. Outside was strange, terrifying, there was comfort in these familiar steel walls and slim shining bars, comfort in the coos of twolegs passing by, the comfort of consistent food and care...
Now he was realizing this comfort was a lie, there was no peace of life to be had locked in a cage no matter the sincerity of your guards, he didn't understand how he had lived such a way when he was younger, before the clans, when now he wanted nothing to do but sink his claws into every slim appendage attempting to coax him with chittering words. Sunfreckle recalls exposing his belly once to a wandering twoleg, goading them away from Nightbird who was in a tree and unable to get down - it felt like a lifetime ago, but he couldn't see himself doing such a thing again. He didn't want to play pretend, he didn't want decorative collars or scratches behind the ear; he wanted OUT.
The place he was in lacked the warmth his old cage had, the sharp scent of bitterness in the air and a cleanliness that was manufactured like most twoleg scents; plastic and hard. He's flattened himself down to the bottom of the cage, hissing and teeth barred and his reflection in the metallic is a strange sight; he is not usually so hostile but these creatures have ruined his life before and were now attempting to end it surely. Part of him says to play along and be docile, make it easier for them so they didn't kill him - maybe they'd give him to new twolegs to keep, bare some ridiculous name and jingling necklace, but he had lived in ThunderClan too long now to be complacent and he reaches his lone forepaw out in a wild swipe of claws when a hand attempts to go for him, he continues this until there are too many hands, too tight in fur, twisting his scruff, pushing him down where his claws are pinned under; he spits, he hisses, he feels something like a thorn pinprick and its suddenly very quiet.
His green eyes open, hes moving again, in the same cage he was in when they caught him first. His head spins and the red tabby gives a low whine of frustration; what was going on? There is a bump that jostles the cage and his head lifts to examine his surroundings once more, the back of the monster once again - he doesn't recall what happened in that all too white room with the many hands but he's quietly thankful to be rid of that experience. There is an ache in his side, in his neck, a stinging and a ringing in his ear but despite these minor pains he is standing as the twoleg slides the cage from the back and he bolts the second the door is open. The forest he's in lacks the familiarity of ThunderClan, but he catches the scent in the distance and its not so far a trek he can't make it but...why. Why was he let go? When someone cats before were taken and never came back? What did they do to him? Sunfreckle catches his reflection in spilled monster blood, reflective and shiny; reeking of petrol, his eyes widen and he scans himself briefly. His left ear tip was cut, looking smaller than the other now with the tip removed. There is a great patch of missing fur on his side down to the skin with brusising and black wires, he trembles but he's alive at least...whatever this was, they woudn't just let him go so he'd die out here right?
The wind shifts, reminds him of home and he turns to quickly begin making his way into the woods, the ground is slick from rains and the leaves clump together in a mildewy mess, but he struggles along; puddles claim his paws, he trips once - twice- gets back up and runs a few paces out of worry that any moment some creature with many hands and sharp instruments would descend upon him. Sunfreckle looks a fright when he finally gets to the border and stumbles across it, there is no waiting, he lives here, he's home, but he's tired and slowly sinks down to the ground for a moment nonetheless; fur filthy and bedraggled, eyes blown out wide in confusion still. The mud on his paws has hardened and he feels part stone now.
But he was back...that mattered more than anything.
Twolegs once didn't scare him, after all they kept him fed and were kind to him when he stayed in that shelter cage so long ago; but maybe that in itself was cruel. A touch of warmth to remind him of what he didn't have behind steel bars, a life he could not feasibly complain about because he was provided for - a gilded cage. He had almost not left that day when the door didn't latch into place and remained open enough for a cat to push his way out. No, he had nearly decided to stay out of fear of a world he didn't know. Outside was strange, terrifying, there was comfort in these familiar steel walls and slim shining bars, comfort in the coos of twolegs passing by, the comfort of consistent food and care...
Now he was realizing this comfort was a lie, there was no peace of life to be had locked in a cage no matter the sincerity of your guards, he didn't understand how he had lived such a way when he was younger, before the clans, when now he wanted nothing to do but sink his claws into every slim appendage attempting to coax him with chittering words. Sunfreckle recalls exposing his belly once to a wandering twoleg, goading them away from Nightbird who was in a tree and unable to get down - it felt like a lifetime ago, but he couldn't see himself doing such a thing again. He didn't want to play pretend, he didn't want decorative collars or scratches behind the ear; he wanted OUT.
The place he was in lacked the warmth his old cage had, the sharp scent of bitterness in the air and a cleanliness that was manufactured like most twoleg scents; plastic and hard. He's flattened himself down to the bottom of the cage, hissing and teeth barred and his reflection in the metallic is a strange sight; he is not usually so hostile but these creatures have ruined his life before and were now attempting to end it surely. Part of him says to play along and be docile, make it easier for them so they didn't kill him - maybe they'd give him to new twolegs to keep, bare some ridiculous name and jingling necklace, but he had lived in ThunderClan too long now to be complacent and he reaches his lone forepaw out in a wild swipe of claws when a hand attempts to go for him, he continues this until there are too many hands, too tight in fur, twisting his scruff, pushing him down where his claws are pinned under; he spits, he hisses, he feels something like a thorn pinprick and its suddenly very quiet.
His green eyes open, hes moving again, in the same cage he was in when they caught him first. His head spins and the red tabby gives a low whine of frustration; what was going on? There is a bump that jostles the cage and his head lifts to examine his surroundings once more, the back of the monster once again - he doesn't recall what happened in that all too white room with the many hands but he's quietly thankful to be rid of that experience. There is an ache in his side, in his neck, a stinging and a ringing in his ear but despite these minor pains he is standing as the twoleg slides the cage from the back and he bolts the second the door is open. The forest he's in lacks the familiarity of ThunderClan, but he catches the scent in the distance and its not so far a trek he can't make it but...why. Why was he let go? When someone cats before were taken and never came back? What did they do to him? Sunfreckle catches his reflection in spilled monster blood, reflective and shiny; reeking of petrol, his eyes widen and he scans himself briefly. His left ear tip was cut, looking smaller than the other now with the tip removed. There is a great patch of missing fur on his side down to the skin with brusising and black wires, he trembles but he's alive at least...whatever this was, they woudn't just let him go so he'd die out here right?
The wind shifts, reminds him of home and he turns to quickly begin making his way into the woods, the ground is slick from rains and the leaves clump together in a mildewy mess, but he struggles along; puddles claim his paws, he trips once - twice- gets back up and runs a few paces out of worry that any moment some creature with many hands and sharp instruments would descend upon him. Sunfreckle looks a fright when he finally gets to the border and stumbles across it, there is no waiting, he lives here, he's home, but he's tired and slowly sinks down to the ground for a moment nonetheless; fur filthy and bedraggled, eyes blown out wide in confusion still. The mud on his paws has hardened and he feels part stone now.
But he was back...that mattered more than anything.
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Sunfreckle
—⊰⋅ Lead Warrior of ThunderClan
—⊰⋅ He/Him
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
—⊰⋅ Large red tabby tom w/green eyes and no left foreleg.
