[Pending] Bogtumble

[dino.]

In their presence, any cat would feel small.

Keen eyes gaze at you, judging you for your worth. You know you are not the first cat to come here - nor will you be the last. But you've come with a mission, and all you have to do is sell yourself.

"What makes you stand out from the rest of the cats who want another chance?"

“...I'm hungry.”

A quiet, pathetic whimper from the shadows, before Bogtumble slunk into view - tail dragging, long ears limp, expression tired but oh so desperate. He wasn't sure how this whole process worked, but if it landed him a meal, he was willing to try.

“I've been HUNGRY. For so long. I've forgotten what fur feels like underneath my claws. How flesh splits between my teeth. The warmth of blood on my tongue…”

He stared down at the ground. “There's no way for me to eat here. I've TRIED. I got so close, and then the opportunity vanished before my eyes. I- I shouldn't even BE here. If Daddy had just done his JOB, if he hadn't LEFT ME, I wouldn't be STUCK in this hell, withering away like this! Forgotten!” He slammed a paw against the surface he stood on, eye starting to water and limbs beginning to shake.

“Let me back,” he pleaded. “I want to run, to hunt, to eat. It's been so, SO long. It's killing me a second time, not to be able to sink my claws into something!”

His last attempt had been cut short. If he could actually get back, with solid ground beneath his paws and the sun on his back, the ability to finally once again consume... well, he might actually die a second time from the sheer joy that would overcome him.

[BEAR.]

"What a miserable little creature."

It was rare Brokenstar attended these, prefering to leave it to cats.. more sympathetic. "These grounds are meant for cats who think they have value, not cockroaches like yourself who can only blubber for mercy.

"I'll let you back... to Hell where you belong. Would you like a headstart or shall we skip the chase to your ass-beating, Bogtumble?"

[ @dino. / @ any other warden ]

[Rani]

Dustpoppy | Female + She/Her | Dark Forest
Dark tan cat with black points and light blue eyes.

It was.... Rare to find a soul so foul trying for a second chance, even more so to find one so remorseless about their rot. Most cats came with hats in hand, thinking that'd earn them some clemency and found this not the case, though it did occasionally work. Not Bogtumble however, and perhaps thats what drew Dustpoppy's attention.

He was a change from the droll and dull regrets and wails of the endless cats who thought being 'good' was enough, and that alone earned him consideration.
"Now now Brokenstar, isnt it our duty to give all souls at least a chance to make their case before passing on judgement?"
A thin excuse, Dustpoppys belief in the wardens creed wasnt as fervenent as the others but she wanted to hear this out. Bogtumble was interesting.

"Besides, some of the clans have been a little.... lax, untested of late. Perhaps Bogtumble here might add in a source of change should he have a plan beyond his... Hunger. Do you have such plans dear? Plans to sate your hunger without ending up 'in this hell' again? Because otherwise theres not much point of us bringing you back at all."




@dino. @BEAR.