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alone and afraid | intro; open
« on: August 13, 2018, 07:49:57 PM »
Everything looked the same. There were trees everywhere, taller than Pickles could see, and even by the afternoon light he couldn't see deep into the forest at all. Too much ground cover, and Pickles was much too short. Strange smells filled his nose everywhere he turned, and he could hardly pick out cat from leaf anymore. But all the same, he knew there were cats here. A LOT of cats. He knew it from the stories his friends would tell, the piles of feathers from birds that were too slow, the glowing eyes he would see in the dark, and the pawprints that appeared in the dirt everywhere Pickles looked. It wouldn't be long before he came upon one of them.

The tiny, fluffy white kit was growing tired. Each step he took on his torn paws made them hurt more and more. His tail was dragging on the ground behind him, and his eyes were nearly closed. The jingle of the bell on his little white collar grew quieter as his pace slowed. The only thing that kept him going was the lack of a place to return to, and the fear of what might be following behind.

A loud, shrill bird call erupted from the trees above him and Pickles, absolutely terrified that it was an eagle about to swoop him up, tumbled backwards in a surprised heap and collided with a tree trunk. "EEP!" the kit shrieked. Several more birds responded, startled by the commotion, and it almost sounded like they were mocking him. Every bit of him drooping with embarrassment, Pickles picked himself back up and plopped down on his backside. The oozing feeling of cold mud coating his fur caused the kit to wince. "Oh, this is useless," he sulked, sniffling. He should have just started walking down the road to try and find his People after his mother died. Or maybe asked the two neighbor dogs if they knew where they had gone. No, the fuzzy cream kit thought to himself. However much he liked to deny it, he was terrified of those dogs. They and the fierce, matted cats of his town had been what caused him to leave in the first place. That and his mother's death, and his People's disappearance...

The bushes in front of him rustled all of a sudden, and Pickles shot to his feet. The tiny kit puffed up his fur in an attempt to look more threatening, but he knew it wasn't doing much. Still, he stood his ground, trembling from nose to tail. "H-hello?" he called out warily, taking a step back. His wide blue eyes searched the plants in front of him and his heart pounded. Please don't be a dog, please don't be a dog...


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★★★ // PICKLES. KITTYPET KITTEN
— roaming the edge of thunderclan territory.
— ages whenever the hell?
main account. full info. pinterest.

★★★ // NPC X NPC. ADOPTED BY NONE.
— no crush. sexuality unknown. not looking.
— no mentor.
— no close friends.

★★★ // MUDDY AND SLIGHTLY EMACIATED. 4/10 HEALTH.
— tiny, fluffy, very fragile.
— creamy white fur, bright blue eyes, seal points.
current injuries;; hungry, thirsty, fatigued. torn paw pads.
permanent injuries;; none.

stats;; strength: 1/10. agility: 3/10. endurance: 2/10. accuracy: 2/10. luck: 4/10.

— made by hootowls.
destined to fail*:・゚✧

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Re: alone and afraid | intro; open
« Reply #1 on: August 13, 2018, 08:46:07 PM »
With the dry spell that currently plagued her clan's territory, Fernheart had been keeping a close eye on the populations of prey. No doubt that the numbers would start dropping rapidly once the drought became more prominent in the area. Dehydration was such a quick killer, having no mercy for those big or small, guilty or innocent. So, she regularly patrolled the territory to monitor prey levels and to be the first to know if they got too low so she could tell Aloestar and the leader could decide their next course of actions. While she didn't always hunt on her patrols, she did keep watch of how many dried out bodies she could find. If prey populations got too low... What would ThunderClan have to do to survive?

They couldn't fish RiverClan's river or efficiently chase rabbits. They could barely even keep a firm grasp on Sunningrocks. The drought, if it persisted, could be a devastating blow to ThunderClan and its inhabitants. Snapped from her bleak thoughts by noises ahead of her, the lilac point dropped into a crouch and carefully crept forward. Narrowing her green eyes, Fernheart peered through the leafy bushes just in front of her and eyed the small kit beyond them. He reminded her of herself as a child by looks and looks alone, albeit his splashes of color were far darker than hers.

Walking through the bush, the she-cat stared down at the small kit with careful green eyes. She didn't like kits, and she especially didn't like cowardly kits. However, she had to give the little tom some credit for standing his ground and speaking out, especially considering that she might have been a dog. Either brave... or stupid. For now, Fernheart couldn't tell. "Hello, young one," she began, her smooth voice cold but the slightest bit comforting. "Why do you encroach upon ThunderClan's territory?" she then asked, lowering her head and body closer to be at eye level with the kit.




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Re: alone and afraid | intro; open
« Reply #2 on: August 14, 2018, 06:25:08 PM »
Pickles almost squeaked when a pale she-cat stepped out of the bushes, and his eyes grew even wider. All his kithood, he had been told stories of the fierce wild cats that stalked silently through the trees. He had heard of their strict laws and their incredible skill that let them live in the forest without the People even knowing! And now here he was, only 4 months old, face to face with one of those very cats. Fear and awe made his whiskers and toes tingle, but he stood tall and looked the cat in her pale green eyes.

"U-um.." Pickles stammered, looking around confusedly. He had never heard the names of the groups of these cats, but 'ThunderClan' must be the scent that laced everything else in this forest. Did this whole forest belong to ThunderClan? Was this cat THE ThunderClan?? "I don't mean to intrude!" The fluffy cat squeaked, fear growing the longer this cat stared at him. "I came because... because my mother told me to find the cats here because they might be able to help me." His belly sank to the ground, and his ears lay flat on his head. Pickles's voice grew quieter and he couldn't meet the cat's eyes anymore. "She got very sick... she said I would have to leave the PeoplePlace if I wanted to survive."


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★★★ // PICKLES. KITTYPET KITTEN
— roaming the edge of thunderclan territory.
— ages whenever the hell?
main account. full info. pinterest.

★★★ // NPC X NPC. ADOPTED BY NONE.
— no crush. sexuality unknown. not looking.
— no mentor.
— no close friends.

★★★ // MUDDY AND SLIGHTLY EMACIATED. 4/10 HEALTH.
— tiny, fluffy, very fragile.
— creamy white fur, bright blue eyes, seal points.
current injuries;; hungry, thirsty, fatigued. torn paw pads.
permanent injuries;; none.

stats;; strength: 1/10. agility: 3/10. endurance: 2/10. accuracy: 2/10. luck: 4/10.

— made by hootowls.
destined to fail*:・゚✧

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Re: alone and afraid | intro; open
« Reply #3 on: August 14, 2018, 07:51:37 PM »
Fernheart felt a swell of pride in her chest as the kittypet's eyes widened in awe and fear. A small smirk painted her lips before it was quickly chased away and replaced by her typical stoic expression. However, the pride in her heart was not quelled. The kit had every right to fear her, every right to be in awe of her because she was a warrior of ThunderClan and she was no feline to be trifled with. Even kittypets knew not to provoke the cats of the forest that lived in the sandy hollow.

She looked at the youth curiously as he continued speaking. PeoplePlace? Did he mean Twolegplace, perhaps? The kit did smell of the awful place and he had clearly been pampered at some point before now. She eyed the collar around his neck, frowning momentarily as her mint eyes fell on the little bell hanging from the white collar. Such a thing announced his position to all those around him and seemed to be rather impractical... for anything. It could be yanked in battle and would alert prey while he hunted. And a kit his size would quickly outgrow it.

She continued to listen to him, only frowning when he mentioned his mother's sickness. The lilac point figured the queen must be dead if her kit was so far from home and seeking the assistance of the clan cats. And if he looked away sadly when he gave her the information. "I presume you'd like to join our ranks? You'd be given a new name and your collar will be... disposed of. Once you're of age you'll learn our ways and perhaps become a warrior like me," the she-cat explained, gesturing behind her toward the location of the sandy hollow where ThunderClan made camp.




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Re: alone and afraid | intro; open
« Reply #4 on: August 16, 2018, 03:44:55 PM »
“What’s this?” Aloestar asked, her pale yellow eyes burning. kitty pets were disgusting creatures and she definitely didn’t want them in her territory if she could help it.

it was a kit. of course it had to be a kit.

frowning, the large dilute tortoiseshell tabby eyed the kitten. unfortunately she didn’t have many resources to take in a kit who would frankly be nothing but a burden. “And how did your mother know these things?” she asked, her voice low. “Why should I help you? Give me a good enough reason, and I shall.”

it was mostly a test of wit. she needed to make sure the kitten wasn’t as stupid as most kitty pets if he wanted to stay. leaning over to fernheart, she whispered too quietly for the kitten to hear: “Don’t interfere.” Although Fernheart was doing an excellent job at scaring the kitten, she half expected her to bring up the warrior code requiring the help for kits no matter their origin. and Aloestar would follow the code, she just didn’t want to be responsible for a helpless kitten who had left his comfortable home purely by choice.

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Re: alone and afraid | intro; open
« Reply #5 on: August 16, 2018, 04:18:35 PM »
The she-cat's words left Pickles speechless. He... HE could become one of these mysterious cats? One of the absolute legends, untouchable by any foe, unmatched by any ordinary house cat? The way this cat held herself seemed like she had so much pride in her very identity. Pickles found it hard to imagine what it was like having so much power and purpose. There could be a whole world back where this stranger gestured. A utopia unlike any stuffy room or scratchy cat tree he had ever seen before! He could become like this cat?

He found he was speechless, though, when another cat stepped out of the bushes and faced him with the same judgmental stare as if she was picking apart his soul. "The-the forest cats are a story every kitten hears!" Pickles explained, his tiny fluffy tail lashing with excitement. "At least, the ones that know the older cats on the fence. They say they see you in the woods, and they've heard stories of how you defend your territory! Momma said..." The kit's tail paused. "When our People left, Momma said we could come to the woods together and join you, but then she got very sick."

The tortoiseshell female's second question made Pickles' tail stick straight up again, and he puffed up once more, eyed wide. The thought of being surrounded by cats just as intimidating as these ones made him nervous at first, but the thought of becoming part of the legends lit the fire in his eyes again. "You should help me because I can be just as strong as anyone else!" He narrowed his eyes and wiggled his behind, flexing his claws to demonstrate his clear ferocity. He had fought off so many squirrels before, and his mother always told him how brave he was! "I can run in the woods and scare off intruders just like you!"


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★★★ // PICKLES. KITTYPET KITTEN
— roaming the edge of thunderclan territory.
— ages whenever the hell?
main account. full info. pinterest.

★★★ // NPC X NPC. ADOPTED BY NONE.
— no crush. sexuality unknown. not looking.
— no mentor.
— no close friends.

★★★ // MUDDY AND SLIGHTLY EMACIATED. 4/10 HEALTH.
— tiny, fluffy, very fragile.
— creamy white fur, bright blue eyes, seal points.
current injuries;; hungry, thirsty, fatigued. torn paw pads.
permanent injuries;; none.

stats;; strength: 1/10. agility: 3/10. endurance: 2/10. accuracy: 2/10. luck: 4/10.

— made by hootowls.
destined to fail*:・゚✧

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Re: alone and afraid | intro; open
« Reply #6 on: September 07, 2018, 03:08:26 PM »
/i’m so sorry i haven’t replied to this!

“Of course,” she murmured. kitty pets were so weak and pitiful the thought of them whispering about forest cats didn’t surprise her in the least. As Pickles went on, her heart sank. so he was an orphan. great. “I don’t know why your mother thought that that was an option, but i see no need to turn away a kitten.” this would come back to bite her, she had a feeling.

“Can you now? as a kitten you’d do well to remember that you are not nearly as fierce as you think you are and to stay out of trouble.” she meowed, slightly amused. “I will allow you to join on two conditions. First, you get rid of your collar, and second you take one of our names. You will not be able to visit your home anymore. and as a kitten you won’t be able to leave camp. if this is okay for you, you may join or ranks and we will have your ceremony tonight.”
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Re: alone and afraid | intro; open
« Reply #7 on: September 08, 2018, 03:57:00 PM »
//ahh, no worries my dude

That still couldn't break his spirit. "I can be fierce!" Pickles insisted, still flexing his claws. He was fierce with the squirrels in his yard, and cats are just slightly bigger squirrels, right? The mention of his collar made the little kit's tail freeze, and he looked down to his chest where the little bell lay against his fluffy fur. He has had his collar forever, and it was the only thing left of his old life, the cozy life in the PeoplePlace, before his People left. But... he never heard of a forest cat wearing a collar, and he supposed it would get uncomfortable when he grew up. And Momma said he would make a wonderful forest cat, so now he had to act the part.

After a few moments of contemplation, the little kit plopped onto his tail and began clawing at his collar, wiggling and twisting until the buckle gave way and it fell to the ground with an abrupt jingle. Pickles looked back to the two cats with shining eyes, tail wiggling again. "I'm ready to be a forest cat!" He squeaked excitedly.

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★★★ // PICKLES. KITTYPET KITTEN
— roaming the edge of thunderclan territory.
— ages whenever the hell?
main account. full info. pinterest.

★★★ // NPC X NPC. ADOPTED BY NONE.
— no crush. sexuality unknown. not looking.
— no mentor.
— no close friends.

★★★ // MUDDY AND SLIGHTLY EMACIATED. 4/10 HEALTH.
— tiny, fluffy, very fragile.
— creamy white fur, bright blue eyes, seal points.
current injuries;; hungry, thirsty, fatigued. torn paw pads.
permanent injuries;; none.

stats;; strength: 1/10. agility: 3/10. endurance: 2/10. accuracy: 2/10. luck: 4/10.

— made by hootowls.
destined to fail*:・゚✧

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Re: alone and afraid | intro; open
« Reply #8 on: September 11, 2018, 12:38:16 AM »
She stepped back when Aloestar came over, nearly scoffing when the leader told her not to interfere. As if she would. She knew her place and knew it well, even if her pride was pained at the thought of having someone younger than her. Though her pride may whine, Fernheart was not the sort to give in to such simple emotions. Instead, she eyed the dilute calico with careful green eyes, watching the situation unfold before her while standing behind Aloestar, a tall, stone figure that any cat would be smart to be wary of. She did so enjoy being intimidating.

She listened closely to the exchanged words between the kit and the leader, pondering the little tom's words. She almost laughed gently when he claimed he was fierce however she kept her features blank of any emotion and only vividly showing her judgment of the little one. Still, it was interesting to hear about what the kittypets thought about the Clans. Interesting indeed. Perhaps, if the stories continued to flourish, they might have others trying to join their ranks. As long as they were kits, they were fine. They could be molded into good warriors. Sure, their blood was that of soft, twoleg-fed cats, but blood did not determine the cat. Fernheart knew that well. Plus, it didn't hurt to have fresh blood among their ranks to diversify them.

As she pondered the kit's arrival into ThunderClan, he shimmied off his collar. She hooked her paw through it, frowning at the texture of the material that made it and at the little jingle of the bells. Picking it up, the deputy took the collar and quickly traveled to the edge of Twolegplace. She frowned at the smell, then tossing the collar through the fence. Smirking, she caught the eye of a stray cat in an alley and shot them a sharp glare. Turning on her heel, she quickly trotted back to her leader and the little former kittypet. Let the kittypets talk of the fate of the kit that left to join the forest cats.
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