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Outerclan
Feb 13, 2020 21:07:26 GMT
` adder:
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✖ his small frame shook like a wilted leaf shuddering against the cold wind of approaching winter, regardless of the warm wind that promised spring was coming soon. snow under paw he urged himself to keep moving, he had to find shelter and food. food. his stomach tightened at the thought and he tried to remember when it was he had eaten. he had found the remains of another creature's meal yesterday about sun high and while that was minuscule, it was enough to calm his moaning belly.

he was alone now. a gut wrenching fear gripped him. he had never been on his own before and he was petrified of what lay ahead. he couldn't hunt, couldn't fight or defend himself, could hardly lick his own wounds, and yet he had been tossed out on his own regardless in some kind of cruel fate. 

mother was gone and she wasn't coming back. his heart ached in a pain he was sure was worse than death, but pushed her memory away. it hurt too badly and he needed to focus.

he caught sight of something red and large in the near distance as he came to the top of a hill. he had never seen anything like it before in his short life. he dropped to a crouch and weakly moved toward it. his heart was beating loudly in his chest as he closed in on the new structure. his survival instincts over powered his fear and he felt hope that maybe he could sleep here for the night. he peered up briefly at the sky darkening in warning that night was almost upon him. his paws ached from all the walking he had done this past day.

he breathed in deep but couldn't pick up any scents that were alarming. he could smell the faint scent of prey, but he didn't know much more than that. he felt calmer not catching the smell of any other cat. but, deep down, he knew that his inexperience could betray him. 

he approached the crack in door of the structure and slipped through as quietly as he could.

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Tom
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Swanfeather
Starclan
Feb 19, 2020 7:14:30 GMT
And in the dark,
I can hear your
heartbeat

I tried to find the sound

But then it stopped,
and I was in the
darkness,

So darkness I became


It was her best idea, but Swanfeather cared little if it was smart or not. The task at paw justfied by the hatred that sat heavy in her heart. If she wanted to find her mate's killer she'd have to traverse unknown terrian and risk bodily harm. As long as he travelled home every so often, few would miss her. While not the most ideal plan, she refused to waver too far from it. Having set her sights on the furtherest known area, a place frequented by loners. Swanfeather relied heavily on her skills as a warrior to make it that far. Mindful of her borders and sure to stay clear of them, she made it. The lack of heavily scent markers was the first unsettling thing. The various twolegs building seemed mountainous from a distance. Brightly colored and unmoving.

Keeping to the edge of the 'territory' a term used simply because she didn't have a better word. Swanfeather walked the edge. Nose flaring to catch any scent, old and new. Prey-scents were decently fresh. Mice seemed to favor the twolegs buildings. Bringing a whole new meaning to the phrase 'mouse-brained'. While she preferred the lean taste of fish, she could hunt a mouse or two before she made it back home.

Mindful of how far she had traveled, Swanfeather tried to find a fresh feline scent. Hoping it would lead her to another cat with any information on the cat she hunted. Gradually she moved closer to the twolegs dens, stopping once she caught the scent of a cat. Careful in how she followed the scent, she found that it led to one of the dens. Nervous that a threat could be waiting for her, Swanfeather walked the outside of it several times. She spotted a few exit points, while a tight squeeze she could escape from them if the cat inside proved to be a threat.

Pushing through one of the entry points, Swanfeather waited. Taking in the scents of straw and dirt. "Hello?" She called into the quiet of the space, waiting to hear a welcoming or threat.






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Outerclan
Mar 18, 2020 13:15:26 GMT
` adder:
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✖ what he found inside was unlike anything adder had encountered before. there was dry, grassy substance stacked together or in piles in every direction. there were places to climb up high, the strangest trees he had ever seen. there was also a rather large green thing in the middle on the ground. it didn't make any noise but carried a disgusting smell, but not one that seemed too strong and could be easily ignored.

the first thing his senses registered was the protection from the outside elements. he suddenly felt his body begin to warm for the first time in what felt like moons, and with the distraction of his shivering figure out of the way he was able to catch the scent of prey lingering nearby. his stomach clenched and screamed and he felt like a newborn kit searching for milk. his eyes darted all around and his jaws parted instinctively to breathe in any trace of the scent. mouse. he recognized the scent from the prey his mother would bring him. it had been too long since he had the taste of fresh kill and he yearned for it. determination set in and he slowly crouched, perking his ears to catch any sound.

But the sound that reached him wasn't that of a mouse, but a creature much larger and sneakier. His heart pounded as panic began to set in. His mother was always clear about one thing, the fear of other cats. Other cats were mean and couldn't be trusted. They could only trust each other. And now, adder could only trust himself. Except adder couldn't fight, he couldn't hunt. he wasn't prepared. another cat or predator could easily overtake him and kill him if they wanted to. and the thought of it being another creature aside from a cat was even scarier. he desperately looked around for a place to hide as the steps grew closer and yet quieter. this creature knew he was here.

he dove into the nearest pile of dry grass and dug himself in deep, huffing and puffing. the blood and his ears pumped so hard he could barely hear anything else besides his own heartbeat. the dry grass pricked the skin under his fur, but he didn't care. after what felt like an hour but could only had been a couple minutes, tops, he heard a quiet voice call out a greeting. he shrunk back in response, he knew his fear scent must be thick, he was too afraid to even take a peek at his intruder, but he had no option left but to wait for this animal to hopefully move on.

`ooc notes; poor adder xD be kind to my baby please, he's a little feral haha

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Tom
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