the scrapyard (open!)

[ghost.]

soilder
37 moons
purrks: n/a | he/him |the assassin

Soldier stretched, licking his claws to wipe the blood of his last victim off his claws. He was amazing at being an assassin. He wondered if any Clan cats would hire him to kill someone for them. Oooo, that would be fun. He smiled, sharp teeth glinting in the sun. He couldn't be punished, because he was a rouge! No Clan rules apply! Soilder's tattered ears perked up. He could betray them! Get their dirty work done for them, then expose them! Say that he just went along with them to expose them! If asked about why he actually killed them, say he needed to give them proof. Master manipulator, that;s him! Crazed psychopath murderer... on his way there.

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Welcome to the Scrapyard! It's Soilder's territory, and here's the guide.

Soilder's Den - A large empty van, with his nest and some of his... trophies. He doesn't appreciate cats coming in here without permission (VM me or else Soilder will shred your cat and make their pelt part of his collection /hj)

Healer's Den - Where sick cats go. Any passing loners with knowledge of herbs can help heal cats here.

Nursery - Where any kits can be, along with nursing or expecting queens. Located in an old delivery truck.

Elder's Den - Any cats too disabled or old can rest here. Located in the same truck as the nursery.

The Shed - A shed where the healer's den is located.

[wolfie]

「〷」 THE HOLY GHOST「〷」
╰► SPIRIT
he | they ♛ tall black, grey, and white chimera with varying fur lengths and texture + a kinked tail; bright amber eyes ♛
purrks : agatha kitty, lyrebird's lullaby, herb knowledge

ೃ⁀➷ @glitch

The Holy Ghost knew not where he was -- the journey had seemed endless. He was always traveling at this point and without a companion the days blended together. He supposed he was far away from the clans. The black cat's.. unexpected escape had managed to be quite the inconvenience. Nonetheless, Spirit knew he was either going to make or break it. He simply expected for the other to.. well, break.

At least they managed to learn quite a .. few things from him.

His paws throbbed lightly, perhaps he ought to see if he could find some burdock root. Though, his stomach rumbling urged him to find something to eat first.

Spirit trotted about, fluffy kinked tail high in the tail as he sniffed the air. He eventually came to halt in front of what they could only believe was a scrapyard of sorts. ,,, Hmmrgh. Rodents liked dark spaces as shelter and maybe they could find some shinies.

With a nod, he slipped in and begun to quietly explore.

[ghost.]

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soilder
37 moons
purrks: lyrebird's lullaby (active), Billingual T1 (active | he/him |the assassin

The Assassin smelled a new scent. One of cat. He spotted blazing amber eyes that seemingly belonged to a tall black and white tom. "Who are you?" he hissed in his father's voice. Perhaps this cat knew Darktiger and would be intimidated by him. The tom grunted as he heard a rumbling stomach. And it wasn't his. Soldier slapped his paw down unconsciously on a rat that scuttled in front of him. "Here." The Assassian said, continuing to speak in his father's cold voice that had sent shivers down his spine so many times. He pushed the rodent towards the tom and adjusted his collar. Well, instead of just speaking in Darktiger's voice, he could pretend to be him. "You probably know me. Darktiger, murderer and hated by ThunderClan. I'm lucky my son followed in my footsteps. You probably wouldn't know him. But I'll introduce you when he comes back from his... hunt." He tipped his head as he heard a dog barking in the distance. "FOOD!!!" he heard it say. Stupid soft Twoleg dogs.

@wolfie - The Holy Ghost/Spirit