[META] Chapter Three: Friend or Foe [FIN]

[Blinded By Silence]

With the river found, we begin the next chapter of our Meta Event ORP! Last time on Warriors: Cats of the Sun... MountainClan is like a stone, breaking apart as it falls further and further from their stony home. From the dusty mountains through the dry bed where their river once ran, regrets and longing mix with adventure and new hope. The result is volatile. Harsh words strike harder than claws and those who were once one clan are drifting apart. Hearts are flayed open. Backs are turned. The river splits ahead. Who will go with it? - - - - From this point onward in our story, the ORP is open to more than just Clan Cats! We're in Loner Territory now, so feel free to have your Loners interact with the clan as they pass through. Make friends, make enemies! We're going to need to start looking into populating these new clans, after all.

Sunseer and many others may have been breathing a sigh of relief, but Skysong had been keeping her icy eyes sharp. New territory often meant new challenges. There were strange scents in the air. Beneath the delicious scent of fresh water and new prey; strange cats.

There had been a few loners up in the mountains, what with the growing presence of Two Legs, but nothing like this. They hadn't seen anyone yet, but the signs were there. The whole thing had Skysong on edge. Would they be chased away or welcomed?

 

[PeterPan_da144]

Rumble had decided to go hunting in the woods today. Well, he had sent Midnight off to go hunting, really, and told them that this was a test. He would shadow them and make sure they were all right, and using the hunting techniques properly.

Unfortunately, he lost sight of them rather quickly. They were swift moving, excited to show their skills, and had brushed against many things as they darted off. Rumble was now lazily following after their scent, heaving a big sigh. All these kits he raised, every single one of them had an abundance of energy and confidence. Some had even gone off and left him, finding themselves homes with Twolegs or on the streets. Midnight was still at his side, though. Scrap, too, for now. It seemed as if the smallest of the family was the most restless, in a different way than Midnight.

Though, Rumble didn't blame any of them, really. He felt like there was more he needed to do, more he needed to explore.

Ears twitched as he caught a scent on the breeze, whiskers trembling. Cats? He didn't recognize this scent. And it was strong. As if there were a lot. Frowning, Rumble pattered away from the trail he'd been following, and maneuvered into the cats path. In a more open area, so as to not spook them. Who were these cats, and where did they come from? Rumble hadn't really gone much further than where he was right now. So they had to have come from... far away.

 

[Nym]

They had reached the river finally, and while Minnowclaw would have loved to celebrate with the others she was, instead, sharply focused on something else she could smell. Someone else. Her teeth grit and her brow furrowed -- that wasn't good if they were hostile. ​

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Ever dutiful and determined to serve her clan, Minnowclaw immediately tore herself from the general group and bee-lined towards the scent, which was surprisingly close. Ah, a loner, and he looked rough around the edges and was definitely sitting there on purpose. There was no way he hadn't smelled such a large group from afar, so why was he directly sitting where they would surely stumble upon him?

Suspicious. ​

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"You," she called sharply, head raised and eyes narrowed. "Are there more with you?"​

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@PeterPan_da144 ​

 

[PeterPan_da144]

Used to being one of the biggest around, Rumble had purposefully set himself somewhere he would... Hopefully not feel so imposing at. Out where they could easily see him, especially if they decided to stay hidden behind the bushes. However, what he didn't expect was one bravely bolting towards him. Though, it seemed to be a she-cat, and quite a beautiful she-cat at that.

A chuckle rumbled forth from the large tom as he continued to sit, flicking his ears gently.

"Currently, no. One of my children is nearby, though I'm not sure if the other has come out as well." He would glance to the side, remembering which way Midnight's scent went off to. "I can say, however, we are not the only cats who roam these woods. Perhaps some of the few who are willing to venture so far."

A nod of his head, and Rumble would slowly stand. "My name's Rumble. Welcome to our woods. Not many cats are going to be overly welcoming of a large group like yourself, but if you need help navigating, please, don't be afraid to ask. I'm more than willing to help."

@Nym

 

[belloblossom]

Robinflight had been seeing the signs of loners, but it was hard for her to believe that she'd actually see one - she'd only ever really known MountainClan cats, no one beyond. What were loners meant to be like? What would her first time around one like? She kept a close eye on Riversong initially, but now she was letting herself relax and stretched her independence - she shouldn't crowd her friend; what if Riversong felt stifled and didn't want to spend her time with Robinflight any longer? No, best for them both to get some space and if Riversong wanted to tag along with Robinflight, she was certain the grey she-cat could track her spotted pelt anywhere.

She'd been near Minnowclaw when the brown tabby spoke up and she hurried forward to see what was transpiring. A grin lit her face when she spotted the no-tailed tomcat.
"Oh, we found one!" She brushed her pelt against Minnowclaw's pelt. "He seems friendly, don't you think?" To the loner, she inclined her head. "Your fangs are so cool!" She said with kit-like wonder. "Oh! I'm Robinflight. You're... sorry, I didn't catch your name. Mumble?" @PeterPan_da144 (Rumble tag) @Nym (Minnowclaw tag) @NatiStorm (Riversong mention)

 

[belloblossom]

Branchtail was sulking. No, pouting. No, sulking. He couldn't comprehend why every cat and their grandkin seemed to jump down his throat after the Palepaw incident.

Okay, sure, maybe he should've left well enough alone, but Branchtail hadn't ever been particularly good at leaving things be. If the Clan needed prey, he would hunt. If he needed to defend them from an enemy, he would be the first in line to charge ahead. So, he reasoned that when he spotted that miserable excuse for an apprentice, Palepaw, dragging her paws and turning the lively atmosphere into a dead zone around her, he could cheer her up. But no, he went and made it worse - though he was certain that it wasn't ALL his fault. Things got out of paw. He certainly didn't need Poppypaw, or Mothwing (okay, well maybe he was justified, defending his daughter) or Stormflight to come barging in to tell him how horrible and wrong he was for handling ONE situation badly.

And then... there was Nutpelt. She was the whole reason he'd sworn off trying to help moody apprentices - because she... well, he'd gotten the impression that he'd disappointed her. No, it wasn't an impression, he knew that he messed up. She was dear to him - he felt a protective need to be near her and keep her from harm, but his argument... fight... mess up with Palepaw, it had done more harm to his relationship with Nutpelt than he could've imagined.

They'd spoken a bit after the Palepaw 'incident' and it seemed as though she was in the close and watchful company of her friends, Stormflight and Eclipsefur since. Too ashamed (and maybe even afraid) to approach her while she was surrounded by her supporters, he kept his distance from her and thought carefully over their conversation in the days that had moved between them.

Of course that pathetic, spineless slug of a cat, Riversurge had to get a mate the same day that Branchtail had his big blowup. How could Riversurge, emotional and skittish, get a mate and yet Branchtail had to keep his distance from the one she-cat that he'd gotten especially close to sine breaking away from MountainClan? It wasn't fair! And of course Riversurge's new mate was the very she-cat, Poppypaw, who had smacked Branchtail across the muzzle on that prominent day. SunClan was punishing him, of this, he was certain.

Flexing his claws as he walked with the group, he finally came to a conclusion. He pushed ahead through any barrier he came up against. Nutpelt should be no different - he'd given her space, given her and her friend's a wide berth, surely he could demand an audience with her now? Well, no, not demand so much as request - he doubted Nutpelt would react kindly to him trying to demand anything of her. He flicked his tail in frustration, then took a deep breath and turned through the crowd, trying to seek out Nutpelt. When he finally came upon the ginger she-cat, he faltered for only a moment and then strode up to her.

"Nutpelt, I!... Ahem, may I have a moment to speak to you away from prying ears?" @PeterPan_da144 (Nutpelt tag)

 

[belloblossom]

Quiet was adventurous and brave! She'd been saved by Split, her very own papa and she wanted to make him proud. If she made him proud, surely he would visit more often! She didn't remember a whole lot before he dragged her out of the river, but she was ever-so-grateful to him. She was grateful to her mama, Smoke, too, but geeeeez, Smoke had NO sense of fun or adventure or bravery. It was always "Stay close to me, Quiet." and "Quiet, don't wander off." and "Quiet, stay put." Quiet hadn't that last one the most. Her paws, tiny though they were, called out to her to explore! She wanted to meet other cats - she knew they were out there. Surely her papa and mama couldn't be the only grown-up cats in the whole wide pond!

She'd been waiting for the perfect moment to sneak away for a solo adventure and today was going to be that day! She waited until her mama was leaning over the pond's surface, trying to see if there were any fish to catch - something that Quiet knew took a lot of concentration and then the moment her mama's head was turned, tiny paws sped off around the pond to see what was on the other side!

There were cats on the other side!!!

A whole big group of them! As many cats as Quiet had ever seen in her lifetime. With determination and speed that only a stubborn kitten on a mission could rally, she zoomed towards the group, mewling loudly at anyone and everyone she made eye contact with.

"Hewwo! Hewwo! Wow, you're so big! Can we be fwiends? You smell funny!"

 

[belloblossom]

Smoke had scented the approaching group since they'd come into the dry woods, but not that they were approaching her home in the pond, she'd become more weary than ever. She'd made her temporary home there, for the water brought ample prey to its shores and she now had another mouth to feed. Quiet, as Split had named the young kit, was anything but. Full of questions, some answerable others inane, Smoke did her best to watch over the kit and in fact had grown very attached to the she-kit.

It didn't escape her that by the kit's markings, it could be easily guessed that Smoke had mothered the young thing and for all accounts and purposes, any time that Smoke came upon other loners or kittypets, she would inform them that, yes, Quiet was her daughter, and yes, she would draw blood if anyone got too close to her kit.

She had yet to approach this large group of cats, for she had been watching from afar, keeping her distance until she observed someone else approach them - or if Split ever returned to check on her and Quiet, something Smoke was beginning to doubt he ever would, never mind the fact that Quiet had dubbed the oddly patterned cat 'Papa' since he originally dropped Quiet into Smoke's care.

It was harder to convince Quiet herself to keep away from the strangers. She couldn't be trusted to stay in the den alone, so Smoke had started to bring the kit with her everywhere. Some part of her wondered if this was what true motherhood was like and she would often question how mothers could handle multiple kits, when Smoke felt herself overwhelmed by just the one. Was she missing some key maternal instinct that made this motherhood thing easier?

Whatever the case may have been, in hindsight, it was most probable that Quiet would, and in fact, did, wiggle out of Smoke's grasp when the group approached the pond. Smoke had looked away for all of a single moment and then the next, Quiet was bounding away towards the large group of cats - and towards a loner that Smoke only knew through vague rumors. Something about a tendency to steal kits for his own family. Smoke bristled in panic.

"Don't hurt her!" She yowled as she started after the kit. "She doesn't know any better! Have mercy!" She hated the desperate tone in her voice, but hopefully, somehow there must be one kind cat in such a large group. There were so many tomcats among them - and tomcats had a tendency to kill kits that weren't there own, in Smoke's experience. But there were she-cats too, weren't there? She just had to get around the pond and to her daughter. That's all that really mattered.​

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[Revel]

Eclipsefur had kept quiet about Branchtail around Nutpelt, it wasn't her place really. She'd kept with her clan as they all arrived at this split in the river, relieved they were stopping to rest. Her paws just were just not used to this amount of travelling, none of her clanmates were really. She'd flopped off to the side. She was frozen in place as strange cats began to appear, first one large tom, thankfully seeming peaceful, then a kit? She jumped up then, moving protectively towards the small one as the kit ran towards the group. She knew no clan cat would willingly harm a kit, you never knew when everyone was so exhausted. "Hey there little one" she called out, trotting over, her tail held high in a friendly gesture.

Then she heard another call, "don't hurt her" Eclipsefur looked up from the kit, to a she cat panicking over the kit, they seemed related "Don't worry, none of us would" she called over, none of the clan cats would anyways, loners though she couldn't vouch for.

@belloblossom addressing Quiet, and Smoke, she is very close to Quiet.

 

[Nym]

He wasn't hostile on first notice, and neither on second, if she was honest. He didn't smell of blood, he wasn't covered in combat scars, and he remained perfectly neat in his position on the path, unmoving and waiting for her. A big cat like him could definitely throw his weight, but she saw no signs that he had at any point recently, despite his age. Her shoulders lowered and she quietly let out a breath of air. ​

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One of his children was nearby. One? He had multiple, then. She glanced back towards her clan and considered how much the clan would benefit from another cat, or several. Robinflight found her during this time and Minnowclaw gently mrrp!ed at her clan companion.​

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"Rumble," Minnowclaw corrected, returning her gaze to the mentioned tom. "Perhaps we can use the guidance -- what do you think, Robinflight?" They had to get through the forest still, although... the more she considered them leaving the watery edge the more uncomfortable she felt. Wasn't that a good enough location in itself? Somewhere semi-close to the original territory, with plenty of options for fishing and smaller prey nearby?

She almost didn't want to leave. They could become River Clan, perhaps... wait- what was she thinking? Minnowclaw bit the inside of her cheek, snapped herself out of her unplanned daydream, and gestured with her head at Rumble.​

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"You should meet our leader, then. Come with me?"​

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@PeterPan_da144 @belloblossom ​

 

[PeterPan_da144]

Another she-cat approached. Also quite pretty. Then again, there were very few she-cats who weren't pretty to Rumble.

A mrrow of laughter - more like the rumbling of thunder - poured from him at her enthusiasm. She said his fangs were cool, which made him tilt his head and flick an ear in gratitude.

The first she-cat corrected this newly introduced Robin Flight. That was an interesting name. Another ear flick at her mentioning a leader, though. And a bit of apprehension. Was this another gang? There were two in the twoleg place already, and while Rumble was able to move between them freely, he doubted a large group like this would be allowed to too. Let alone take up their own bit of territory. Though, none of them looked particularly like kittypets or kittypet adjacent. They were lean but looked like they were only recently well fed. He wondered where they came from once more.

"I think that would be a good idea," he said, slowly standing to his full height. There were some cats in the group that were close to his size, something he wasn't particularly used to, but looked forward to. "Please, lead the way," he motioned by dipping his head that he was ready. He would have waved them on with his tail if he had one.

@Nym @belloblossom

 

[PeterPan_da144]

After talking with Branchtail at length, Nutpelt hadn't particularly wanted to be too close to him. The ginger she-cat wasn't quite sure he really understood the gravity of the situation, even after she explained it to him at length. Though, he did seem intent on making things right with her. Even if she wasn't really the one he needed to make things right with.

Eclipsefur and Stormflight were welcoming of her increased company, though they had very choice words for her about Branchtail. A lot of counselling, which she did take to heart and thanked them for. Other cats hadn't been quite as tactful about how they approached her, and many harsh words were shared. Mostly it was Nutpelt telling them to buzz off and leave her alone, she had nothing to do with how Branchtail acted, and he had apparently misunderstood their relationship. A lot of them harried her over him calling her his mate, to which her response was, "we aren't". Because, well, they weren't. Not with how he was acting, plus they'd only really gotten close on this trip. Before that, they'd just passed each other like they had any other cat in the clan.

Sometimes she even thought to herself that he was only pining after her because she was the only one with the travellers who he hadn't tried to court yet. Nutpelt didn't think his feelings were genuine really. Even if she did enjoy the attention. But after the incident and their long talk, he seemed particularly perturbed and put off by how he made her feel. Perhaps he really did have a deeper side to him.

Currently, Nutpelt was just padding along towards the back. She'd taken a few tail lengths distance from her friends, preferring to pad in silent for a bit. So when Branchtail came up to her, she glanced up, flicking her ears a bit. Then frowning. She could hear a commotion up ahead, and craned her neck over the group of cats. But there was no real telling what was going on. So, with a sigh, she flicked her tail. "Come on," the she-cat said softly, putting a few more tail lengths distance from the group. Though she wanted to stay near enough to hear the louder voices, in case something happened.

@belloblossom

 

[Nym]

"Good," Minnowclaw mewled, nodding her approval towards Rumble. Her eyes rose as he reached his true height, her tail flicking idly. He was big -- big and polite, so far. He'd be a valuable asset to the group, although she didn't keep her hopes high. It was easier to not find disappointment if you kept your heart level. ​

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"Come," she ordered and nodded towards him as she turned. Where was Sunseer in the crowd? It took her just a moment to scent the air to locate him, thankfully. He wasn't too far away. She began her pursuit of her leader, pausing only to check if Rumble was following.​

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"I'm surprised you're not warier of us," she admitted after they had walked for a minute. He didn't seem uncomfortable in the slightest, even though he found himself surrounded by so many strange cats. Surely he wasn't that confident that his size could keep him safe -- was he just obscenely friendly? Luckily, Mountain Clan were not aggressive cats, and Sunseer was known for his more pleasant attitude.​

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@PeterPan_da144 ​

 

[Nym]

Mouse lingered in the dense brushes, pressed flat into the dirt and ears folded back. He had been out hunting when the massive group of cats suddenly arrived. Why were there so many of them? Where did they come from? Were they one of the local gangs he had tried so desperately to avoid? Whatever the answer was, Mouse was not brave enough to just plant himself into the open as that other loner had done. No way! No how! Nu-uh!

He hadn't accounted for his tail being entirely out in the open, flicking rapidly in an erratic and unpredictable rhythm as he considered his options. He could run, or he could stay hunkered down... which, honestly, seemed fairly appealing at the moment. Yeah- yeah, he'd just wait for them to pass on by! That was the plan!

 

[Nym]

Pumpkin was terrified of the group that had found its way within the opening, but with that fear came the familiar desire to conquer it. This was an adventure, and while Pumpkin had cowardly tendencies at first, he also enjoyed chasing after adrenaline. It was a peculiar mix, and one that often got Pumpkin into countless troubles, but it gave him a purpose in life and he was content with that. It was better than cowering in fear, which he noted another loner do in the near distance.

Yeah, he absolutely was not doing that.

Pumpkin watched a large loner submerse themselves into the group and then flicked his gaze to a kit and another she-cat. He didn't know where to insert himself, so he decided to replicate the tactic of the large loner by planting himself into the plain open, settling neatly onto his haunches and watching the group with a tilted head.

 

[PeterPan_da144]

Padding along a little more slowly behind the she-cat, Rumble's gaze did drift. Any cat who caught it would see nothing but curiosity in his gaze, and even an almost affectionate look towards the visibly younger of the group.

Something else seemed to be happening towards the edge of the group, and Rumble strained his ears to hear. A kit had come tumbling out of the bushes, followed by a she-cat who seemed to be the mother. He was certain he'd seen them around the forest before, but hadn't had the chance to approach them yet. They were new, and he didn't want to scare them too much, though he'd met the mother at least once.

Another cat approached them, though, one from this new big group. They seemed friendly enough, so Rumble turned his attention back to the she-cat in front of him. Ready to run at the sign of trouble and scoop up the kit to safety, no matter what. This large group seemed friendly, but it could just be because they were new here.

The she-cat spoke directly to him, which made him purr in amusement. "You're not the first cats I've come across in my long life in this forest. Surely the largest group at one time, but not the first. There are many wild cats out here, all whom might live separate, but respect each other enough to not fight or cause problems. There are also bands of cats in the Twoleg Place, though they do happen to have more rules." He took two large steps forward and was suddenly alongside her.

"I'm assuming, based on the direction you came from, you're from the other side of the forest. Away from Twoleg Place. Perhaps from the mountains?" His ears flicked in that direction, butt fur ruffling as if had a tail that was moving. There was the tiniest of nubs there.

"What is your name?" His next question diverted a bit from talk of the group, hoping to ingratiate himself with the she-cat.

@Nym
@belloblossom (Mentioning Smoke and Quiet without names because I am pretty sure they would have definitely run into Rumble at some point, but also not assuming Smoke shared names or anything and that Quiet was likely hidden away when he met Smoke. Also just in case you want Robinflight to keep following)

 

[Nym]

Bone had been minding her own business, as she often did. In fact, she hadn't seen another face in so long that she had begun to wonder if she was the only cat left in the world. That wouldn't be too bad if she was honest. She was lonely, sure, but the quiet was better than what else cats could do to her. She lived a life of constant paranoia and worry, and adding other cats to the mix seemed likely a disaster in the making. Anyone she befriended would just abandon her, she knew, and anyone who didn't care for her presence could hurt her. It wasn't worth it, honestly, so if she truly was the only cat in the world then that was fine.​

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Except she wasn't, and she'd discover this fact in the form of a large group of cats passing through the very opening she had been herb hunting within. She dropped her bundle and flinched back into a tree, a faint tremble washing through her body. She coughed faintly, still suffering her most recent cold. It had been why she came to the clearing in the first place, in fact; Bone was always sick, and with that came an extensive knowledge of medicinal herbs and a constant need to acquire them. ​

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What were they doing here? Why were they so many? Bone pushed herself into the shadows, pausing long enough to slowly press herself flat into the earth. She needed those herbs, though! They were rare nowadays, and Bone was this close to overcoming her cold! She was tired of the constant coughing and hacking, but the very real threat of so many cats froze her in place. She stared intensely at the fallen herb pile, ears flat against her skull as she pondered her options. ​

 

[Nym]

Of course he had met other cats -- it'd be stranger if he hadn't, although, in that same breath, most Mountain Cats hadn't ever met a loner, either. Actually, when she thought about it, most of the clan was fairly sheltered from the outside world. She frowned at the thought, glancing toward her clan. Were they really prepared for the trials ahead? Having a loner on their side would absolutely aid them in the long run. ​

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"Cats live near the Twolegs?" She questioned, voice lifting into disbelief. "Odd," she exhaled. What good did Twolegs offer? They had destroyed her home and taken from them their own prey -- why would a cat choose to remain close to such monsters? ​

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He appeared by her side and she lifted her gaze to meet his for a moment, swiveling her attention back to the path. She considered her response, tasting multiple answers as she held the silence. Was it safe to mention her old home? What if he took the information and found his way to the mountains himself? Would her old clan be safe? She chanced another glance.​

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No, he seemed friendly, and Minnowclaw liked to claim she was a good judge of character.​

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"Yes," she sighed softly, a twinge of sorrow in her voice. "We lived there for many generations until the Twolegs made it inhospitable." Bastards. She shrugged the feeling off, flicking his side with her tail. "Minnowclaw," she offered, remembering his name. Rumble -- just Rumble. "As one word," she added helpfully.​

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He had mentioned children -- did he have a mate? "Are you partnered? Would they wish to meet the leader, too?"

@PeterPan_da144​

 

[PeterPan_da144]

"Cats live with the Twolegs, and also near the Twolegs. Not all Twolegs are horrible, and they do help plenty of animals who would otherwise not survive." He shrugged a little, though as she continued, he could feel his own chest tighten.

"I am so sorry to hear that," he murmured respectfully as she spoke of her old home. "As I said, not all Twolegs are bad, but I'm no stranger to how horrible and monstrous they can be."

He dipped his head as she said her name. It was interesting. Minnow claw. Ah, one word. Minnowclaw. That seemed to run together a bit better.

"Mmmm, no, I am not partnered," he thought out loud, tilting his head back to look up at the trees. "My family is a found family. Many cats have been saved by my paw, though not all continued to live on with me. Which is all right, I don't expect them to. But I have raised several on my own from kithood." It was rather obvious that Rumble wasn't shy talking about himself or his family.

"My brother was kicked out onto the streets when his Twoleg died, and the Twolegs kits had no want to have him around. One of my sons was abandoned when his Twolegs suddenly moved away. Another was tied in a bag of sorts and thrown into the river to drown because he was too small. Those Twolegs earned some particularly nasty wounds." He sounded agitated talking about that one.

"My most recent, Midnight, the one who is hunting nearby... They were born on the streets, but their mother and siblings were killed by a Twoleg monster. Midnight was just barely missed." His voice grew a bit sad with that story.

"Ah, I am sorry, I shouldn't ramble on about my family and our woes," he chuckled. "You and your family have probably been through just as many hardships, and I should be asking how I can help you, not blathering on."

@Nym

 

[PeterPan_da144]

Midnight had been out hunting with Rumble. They were overly excited and happened to scare a majority of the prey off, resulting in lots of cursing on their end. They were dark colored in pelt, and should be much harder to spot in the undergrowth because of it. But their energy was always their downfall. What was it Viper liked to say?

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They couldn't remember, but they knew Viper would be very disappointed in their lack of stealth.

There was a huff as Midnight started back towards where they had separated from Rumble. In this instance, a plump mouse darted out of a bush and straight towards Midnight, as if it couldn't see them. Ears twitched, whiskers quivered, and Midnight immediately pounced on the easy prey. Brilliant!!

With the mouse in their jaws, Midnight strode through the brush confidently. They'd caught something! Rumble would be so happy.

As they continued, the smell of the newly killed prey filled their nostrils, blocking out any other scent, so they missed the smells of cats as they trotted through the area the large group had recently moved through.

Instead, their eyes caught something, another small furry body in the bushes. More prey!

Without thinking, and with the mouse still in their jaws, Midnight pounced on the new prey!

@Nym (Mouse's tail has fallen victim to the mouse killer! xD)