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

[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

Spirit stepped carefully through the scrapyard, tail swishing back and forth in his search. It was not until - and seriously, as if a ghost had simply manifested in front of him - a brown tabby appeared out of nowhere that his goal was halted. He jerked back, amber eyes widening with surprise which swiftly vanished into a controlled experience. His gaze dragged up and down the other's form, tilting their head to the side.

[ agatha kitty has been activated and will remain activated until this interaction has ended ]

Scars littered his pelt and a green collar was wrapped his throat. He wasn't acting particularly aggressive, however, instead catching a rat and pushing it towards him. To get rid of Spirit swifter or to simply encourage him to ease his guard down? The former seemed to be leaning in truth considering er, Darktiger introduced himself as ,, a murderer. Straight-forward.

The feline stayed quiet until the other was finished. He placed a paw on the rat, pulling it forward and leaning down to take a large chunk before swallowing it. At least that would quiet his stomach. He sat down, his posture was straightened - elegant, almost. Poised.

"Darktiger, murderer and hated by ThunderClan!" Spirit parroted right back; as if he had simply hit rewind on the other's voice and played it back to him. He stared blankly back at the other for a beat before a grin started to form until it was almost reaching the ends of his cheeks. "Kidding, doll, I suppooose you may -" a pause, he didn't think the other had any particular use to him and he was beginning to mourn hearing his own name, "call me Spirit. I do have to say I don't think I've ever particularly heard of you or your son before. However, I can't say I'm particularly familiar with the clans. Too fussy for me, " It wasn't technically a lie.

Spirit didn't exactly know the ins and out of the clans. He simply enjoyed messing with them. Did you learn the details about the prey you hunted? No, of course not. Sure, he knew a bit more than the average outsider might but this was only going to brief. Especially if another tom would be joining them. He might've lived with a group of murderers but he really only liked the murderers he was familiar with!

"Soo, is there any particular reason you have taken up killing, dear? Seems more hassle than its worth unless you reallyyy enjoy having to get all that blood of your fur, " They inquired, taking another bite out of the rat. Tasted exactly like he would expect. The sudden barking took him by surprise, flinching at the loud noise before huffing quietly. Mutts were always so troublesome.