Into the Twoleg Place [Open to Kittypets]

[nykyrian]

♔|Aspenpaw|♔
He/Him | WC:326

The young cat had been trapped here for 68 days, over two moons of absolute torture, and he'd been sure to count every one. Even though the last few moons before the incident hadn't been spent doing much with his clan, he missed the constant access to food, and the bustling atmosphere of his clanmates. He had food here sure, but he refused to touch it, refused to be like his father. That last word sounded in his mind with enough venom to drop a fawn.

His lack of nutrition is what led him to lose the usual healthy shine in his coat, as well as the muscles under it. His only source of food was the raw meat he was occasionally given. But that wasn't a usual occurrence, due to the twolegs logic that if they starved him, he would touch the kibble. Obviously they didn't know Aspenpaw that well.

As of right now he sat on the arm of the couch, green eyes focused on a very specific thing, an open window on the opposite wall. This window was impossible to get out of from the inside, there was a guard on the window that blocks the way. There also wasn't a window-ledge for him to sit on to wreck it, because stupidly the only thing close to a ledge was on the outside, in the form of a flower-box. Still the window being open let him be aware of the sounds and smells of the outside world, and tonight that would be very important.

A very familiar smell touched his nose, the scent of his clan.
He let out a yowl in calling, hoping that his clanmates could hear him. The twolegs were asleep across the house, far enough away they couldn't hear his calls. As the overall scent faded into something specific he yelled again.

"Wishingwell, over here!!" At least he recognized one of the cats, he wasn't sure about the other.

[ @Kiba. @Kat ]

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[Kiba.]

"It stinks" Wishingwell sneered as the scent of twolegs and dogs filled his nose. The smell was not something he would ever be fond of, especially canines. "Larkpaw lets check out this den."

The blue tom flicked his tail to the left, indicating an area with a garden and what seemed to be an opening. "I dont know if we will find anything, i would expect if any cats were taken they would be able to escape from that hole.. well.. maybe not there seems to be something blocking it. But we should make sure just in case. Being thorough will at least mark off an area."

Wishingwell stalked forward, eyes wide and ears alert for any sign of movement as he made his way towards a very short barrier. With a kick hop the blue tabby easily cleared it. The smells were so confusing here. So many scent markings from other cats, weird twoleg things, he hated how jumbled it made his head feel.

Taking a few steps forward the warrior bowed down into a crouch, inching his way closer to the window with his mouth wide open. Wishingwell wanted to make sure he didnt miss a single trace of any animal that may have made its presence known. "Larkpaw do you smell an-" His voice cut off as a wail sounded from inside the den. The warrior jolted up, fur fluffing out as his eyes shot up to the opening he had been making his way towards.

"Wishingwell, over here!!"

He let out a small hiss at being startled from the cry but was instantly overtaken with joy. They had found a clanmate; but not just any cat it was Aspenpaw.

"Aspenpaw!" He responded.

( @Erebus @Kat )

[Rose]

Larkpaw
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Lark's mouth curved upward into an amused smile at Wishingwell's obvious distaste of kittypet scent. In a way, she supposed it smelled strange, although Larkpaw was very used to the scent. Without a word, the grey feline followed her Clanmate into the nearest twoleg den, ears twitching and swiveling at the slightest of sounds.

When at last Wishingwell opened his mouth, beginning to say something to her to perhaps fill the silence, a sudden shout had him startled out of his wits. Or at least, that's what Larkpaw figured from what she saw. A moment later her ShadowClan companion seemed overjoyed, responding eagerly to the voice that'd called out.

She herself had picked up on the faint, almost non-existant smell of a ShadowClanner. Apparently they had found one of their Clanmates. Not that Larkpaw had been skeptical... Focusing on the cat in question, Larkpaw noted that she didn't recognize whoever this was. They must have gone missing before she had joined ShadowClan.

Fur standing on end, Larkpaw remained silent for the time-being, checking and re-checking their surroundings. "We'd better hurry." The apprentice murmured tensely. "Who knows what else is out here."

[ @Kiba. - Wishingwell / @Erebus - Aspenpaw ]

[Witchy Madelaine]

Ratpaw
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When Coldcrackle didn't show up the tom grew worried he'd never be able to find a missing clanmate. A voice rang out and he grew excited. He would be able to. He looked to see if Dawnstar would approve if he left the group to help. He'd be with another warrior wouldn't he? Ratpaw moved over to them. He saw the dog and kind of frozen in place. He was going to be eaten... again. He looked at the dog. He had to do something!

Ratpaw flickered his tail and moved over to the opposite side of the dog. "Hey over here dog!", he called to get the dogs attention. He was completely nervous, but he swallowed it. His missing clanmate needed him. He was fast on his feet, so the other cat could escape and he'd follow behind her... hopefully. If he died he'd die an honorable death.

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[Undertaker]

@NinjaBloss
As her cats all darted off in different directions, Dawnstar's eyes rested on Slytiger who didn't seem nearly as uncomfortable as Dawnstar felt in this vile place. She'd never understand how cats managed to live here, there were barely any trees, and she doubted any good prey. Disgusting. The huge feline scented the air, regretting the habit almost at once when all she picked up was wretched foreign scents that made the fur along her spine bristle. In the distance, she could hear the barking of the dog and it made her ears fall against her head. None of her clanmates would be stupid enough to mess with a dog without a patrol beside them, right?

The feline truly hated being overly concerned about her clanmates, even though she was normally rudely dismissive when it came to her clanmates' deaths, certain situations such as this one made her feel to an extent responsible for them. "You know the territory far better than I would, you can lead, Flower." Dawnstar's bushy tail sweeps out in an exaggerated, mocking gesture, inviting the tom to go ahead of her. "While we're here, do you know of anywhere twolegs might keep their herbs? I'm sure that Elmshadow and Ivysnake will be pleased with whatever is brought back."

Dawnstar hadn't a single clue how kittypets stayed healthy, but she had heard that twolegs keep gardens full of herbs. It made sense to her why twolegs would keep herbs near their dens, regardless of how safe kittypets were in their strange dens, injuries could still reach them. The twolegs much have something akin to a medicine cat here, and hopefully herbs nearby.

[Toya Todoroki]

Micah-64moons- Male-he/him

a old tom blinked as they watched the odd cats spread out from his perch on a fence and called out "they there! yeah you! what are you up to?" he asked, in a friendly just curious voice, for he seemed quite interested in what they were doing, even though they did not quite understand what they where up to in the twoleg place. nor did he think they belonged in the twoleg place, for they smelled of the pine forest and of the wild, looked wild as well, with their scars and muscles. though the tom judge they could kill if they wished, he had no worry about an attck, for his own frame had muscles for moons of the ruff life of a Rogue, fighting for territory and fighting for space to live and hunt and train himself harder, for as his father had pointed out long ago to him, to stay safe you must stay strong, and hard willed. and he had take that to heart, training for most of his youth away with training his muscles to harden annd strengthen, so even now that he was older, a tom of 64 moons, he still keep in shap even though he no-longer cares to fight unless threatened, because, why waste talent fighting the weak when all he got was territory he'd soon leave thanks to his wanderers siblings that had dragged him all over the outskirts and twoleg place on their adventures. the old tom huffed and meowed "you best be not to disturb everyone, but i seem to think you have a busy day a head of you! beware the dog in yonder garden, its large and quite violent towards felines"

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[nykyrian]

♔|Aspenpaw|♔
He/Him | WC:154

The return of his call made him feel something like joy? No relief. He was relieved to be returning home. As long as they were competent enough to go through the plan that was forming in his head.

"It's.. good to see you." Pleasantries were never his forte, they left a bitter taste in his mouth. He should probably stick to insults, they were easier.

"I have a plan, so just listen." His tone was frustrated, and he truly was. He was past ready to get out of this hellhole, and he didn't want to wait any longer. "You guys need to figure out a way to get to this window, and push the guard in. I should be able to jump out then."

"I'm not sure what's on the other side though, so that parts up to you." He figured they'd be smart enough to listen to him, it was common sense anyway.

[ @Kiba. @Kat ]

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[Kiba.]

"I'm not sure what's on the other side though, so that parts up to you."

Wishingwell twitched his tail, thinking to himself on how to handle this. There was a bush right under the opening. Nothing to hard to get over, however there was no ledge to leap onto, just this strange... barrier that could let sounds and scents out. When he tried to look closer into the twoleg den it made his eye sight almost blur. "Alright Aspenpaw give us a moment." He replied; reassuring the apprentice that they would figure something out.

Turning his gaze to Larkpaw the warrior sat back on his haunches."Well Larkpaw." He began. "We have a bush in the way; weirdly tidy it may seem." Wishingwell had noticed it was in the shape of a perfectly rounded stone. Something he would have found near a stream or river. Clearly not grown naturally as none of the brushery he had seen looked to grown in such a way. Twolegs were weird.

"I have an idea; There isnt any sort of landing or ledge so we cant just get up there. And that shrubbery is in the way..." the tom trailed off. Pondering. "This is going to be so stupid. What if i stretch up and hold onto the top of that" He meowed, flicking his tail towards the bush. "And you climb up my back and up to my shoulders. That should make you tall enough to shove that barrier inwards."

"Unless of course. You have a better idea."

@Kat @Erebus

[Ian]

Slytiger's tail swished slowly back and forth as he memorized his surroundings. One thing he remembered from his few short moons as a kittypet was scents were overwhelming, and it was easier to navigate by sight. A low, semi-amused huff left the Toyger at Dawnstar's accursed a nickname for him, and he gave an exaggerated bow. "Why, of course, M'Lady."

Slytiger picked one of the paths his Clanmates had yet to take and padded along the fence line, sticking to the shadows as much as possible. "From what I can recall, some twolegs keep their herbs outside. They somehow manage to grow them and keep them organized." Slytiger didn't understand twolegs or how they did some of the things they did, but at least growing herbs would be one helpful thing to ShadowClan.

The call of a cat caught his attention, and the Toyger's head swiveled to stare at where the voice had come from. "Greetings, and thank you for the warning. Have you, by chance, seen any new kittypets around lately? Especially ones that don't seem happy with their twolegs?"

@Undertaker @TheDragonGoddess

[perseus.]

xx Sorrelflare

The russet tom had left Shadowfur behind as they carefully started to look for any ShadowClan cats that were stuck. Their tail flicking back and forth as they looked into the backyards of each of the twolegs. Yellow eyes narrowed as they were on high alert.

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