(OPEN, HUNTERS) Clam Chowder and Shirley' ruins

[Palmtreejesus]

A tom was pacing back and forth the ruins, clawing at anything in his path. "Oh, Shirley, please be all right!" He begged under his voice. When he saw the newcomers appraoching he straightened, dashing over. "Are you with the mediden?" He asked hopefully.
@goyangiandafeline

SHIRLEY
She/her


CLAM CHOWDER
He/they

[Red Dawn]

Inferno, the revengeful
Rogue
He/Him

Inferno silently listened to the she-cat's explanation...

Huh, those were valid reasons, protect herself and her kits while avoiding any unnecessary problems... Shame that Inferno wasn't like that.

He absolutely hated crowds, and bore a deep distrust to strangers, usually remaining afar to study them before approaching... Unless he was himself approached first. Like it was the case here. That was why he kept himself composed and careful. Speaking of, he sent a quick glance at the brother to ensure the other male didn't dissapear.

And honnestly, he didn't care about others' problems. He only did when it concerned him.

About his parents... That was easy: He didn't see them as parents. Just cats who gave to an apple that was now rotten and bloated on the inside. Ashes laid in his wake, and that's all that remained of their former 'masterpiece'.

His eyes narrowed a little at the mention of his former clan, and he felt the small flame of hatred burn a little harder in his chest.

That flame, that inferno that kept him alive. However, he kept himself under control. Let the burning hatred he bore toward his former clan be unleashed the day he would need it. His code of honor would also take a blow if he attacked Shirley.

Do not attack the weak and the defenseless, and a queen was both, no matter how strong she was normally.

He let out his caracteristic short, bitter laugh, a sound that almost seemed sarcastic, when she mentionned the fact she almost got killed by a ThunderClanner.

"I don't expect anything more of those... Savages... They call themselves brave and powerful, yet they're just cowards praying stars that don't care, and who use their power to keep the rejected out of their rotten 'purity'..."

He unsheated his claws, and brought his paw to his face, studying it for a moment before sheating his claws back.

"They want to believe nothing can stop them, yet they bleed and die in the same mud that us loners and rogues walk in."

He looked at the she-cat, his eyes almost glowing with fire, cold, blue fire, in his fiery blue eyes.

"It will be the choice of your kits, and we both know that we can't change it, but know that if they decide to join the clans, it's only problems that awaits them. Like you said, the world is cruel, clans are even more."

He won't reveal much of his own past, but he spoke of experience. He didn't say anything when Shirley spoke of some kind of... Mediden? He never heard of that place.

Sounded too crowded anyways... So he'll probably try to not lay a paw near that place...

@Palmtreejesus

[Palmtreejesus]

Shirley went silent for a moment. "Oh, I see. That's why I don't know you." She mewed. "You were banished from your clan, yeah?" Her mood seemed to shift a bit, before becoming friendly again. "Just keep the peace is all. Things are... Very different here than in the clans, from what I've heard. Most cats are drifters, but there are places to stay if you ever need somewhere to be. Kova's place is the most well-known-"

"If you try to hurt us, The whole world will be against you." Clam Chowder hissed, appearing out of thin air upon the top of the railing. His voice echoed as he glared at Inferno like a judging starclan cat. "Especially if you hurt Shirley. Harming a pregnant cat is an instant target on your back."
@Red Dawn

[goyangiandafeline]

> As the two neared the huge ruined den, a cat approached them. C@&u#0 stayed behind Maple, not wanting to interact with the cat at all. They didn't want to interact with anybody. They should not have gone outside. The sun was hot and now they were talking to a cat. They closed their eyes. The sun was burning again.

> they opened their eyes a tiny bit and turned their head to Maple. she seemed uncertain whether to interact with the cat or not. please, they silently pleaded, don't. please. please. no. I want to go home. please. no more cats. please please please i want to go home.

> despite their thoughts, C%7u@)'s face remained expressionless.


toyhouse








switching pov to

Maplepaw
A tall tri-colored she-cat with blue/green heterochromia.
a light Russian accent [R's are rolled or 'purred']
Purrk(s): Monkey's Paw (wish & withdrawal determined)
Not the most social cat

note:
any sentence that is communicated through sign language will be in italics
any sentence that is communicated through verbal dialogue will be in bold

maplepaw studied the cat in front of her. they were possibly older. probably a tom, from the looks of it. very worried. claws are out. hopeful voice. asking about a certain something. something happened to them. we they looking for somebody--or something... or whatever?

"i... don't know.. what this... mediden is... we arrre.. frrrom the.. outside," Maple mrrped. she then glanced at C#(#l$, then did a double take. they were staring at her. intensely. this was another time she wished they would express their emotions.

@Palmtreejesus

[Palmtreejesus]

"Oh." The tom shrank a few sizes before backing off. "Then you're here for food and shelter I assume? Come on." With a dismissive flick of his tail, he led the cats towards the ruined Twoleg den. "The deal is this: You hunt with me until sundown and then we head back and eat." He sighed. "Sorry. Shirley's usually the better one at this. She's my sister. Anyways..."

The tom plodded away silently, almost too silently. He was very lean and slick, like an otter. Even in the cold, he stood tall. Thick shoulders pushed his paws forward, even through the heaviest snow.
@goyangiandafeline

[Red Dawn]

Inferno, the revengeful
Rogue
He/Him

"You think I don't know?"

Said the tom as he shifted his gaze toward the brother up top the railing, unimpressed.

He had seen more intimidating than this one... He reported his attention back to Shirley.

"I wasn't banned from ThunderClan, what a strange coincidence it is huh? I was rather... Enlightened by some of those... Cats..."

A sarcastic laugh followed up as he shook his head...

"My past is irrelevant, I honnestly forgot most of it, don't care about it. And you probably don't know me because I'm just a tad a loner..."

Shirley kept mentionning places he didn't knew, and probably would avoid... Yes, indeed, the Outskirts were working so much differently... Tho he didn't knew where she managed to find places where peace reigned as sole master.

Because where he was, blood dropped on the ground each day. He didn't care really, it mostly happened outside of his small piece of land he kept for himself...

Now that he though, it was maybe because he lived in a place where fire had burned around there... Perhaps... It was that...

Heh, irrelevant, once again.

@Palmtreejesus

[Palmtreejesus]

"Well, aren't you something special?" Clam Chowder retorted. "Remember your place here; a guest. Shirley, I think it's time your friend leaves. I told you clan cats are nothing but arrogant, bloodthirsty freaks of nature." He spat the last words out, dashing down the stairs and skidding to a halt in between the two cats, ears pinned and tail swaying.

"Clam, enough!" Shirley hissed. "You're out of line!" She used her weight to topple her wiry brother to the ground, hissing. The tom glared daggers at Inferno, but said nothing. Clearly, Shirley was the one in charge of her fire-tongued brother better than he was in charge of her.
@Red Dawn

[Red Dawn]

Inferno, the revengeful
Rogue
He/Him

The tom sent an annoyed look to Clam, that tom was starting to get on his nerves...

And it wasn't a good thing...

For him.

Inferno made sure he understood that with his glare, he could let his fury out right here and right now if he wanted, and Clam would probably not withstand it.

The tom probably did not need a raging inferno in his home did he?

"I would advise you to carefully watch your words, like you said it yourself, I am a guest. And one usually does not insult guests."

Inferno said terrifyingly calmly, keeping his head on his shoulders before turning his attention back to Shirley, who to his eyes, was probably the leader out of both.

Deciding it was enough pointless arguing, he looked down at the prey the queen gave him.

A lark? Hmm. The thought of it possibly beeing poisoned crossed his mind, a thought that kept itself in the very back of his head, like a sort of mental tumor that warned him of a possible danger.

He could survive, or die quickly. He silently hoped it was the first option and not the second.

He suddenly had an idea. He looked up again, and asked.

"I've always found it difficult to catch larks, is there something in particular that you do to catch them?"

An innocent question. Perhaps they were playing a game of waiting for him to eat and poison himself... Or there was nothing. Silently, he awaited the response, searching for any signs that could betray a danger for his health.

He was probably paranoid, but he was careful. Trust is an edge and some could cut with it.

@Palmtreejesus

[Palmtreejesus]

"With my claws." Shirley teased, a grin on her face. "Usually, I sneak up behind them before they hear me coming and smack 'em to the ground!" The queen stomped her paw onto the earth so hard it cracked the ice beneath her. "Then I finish it off with a bite to the neck." She pulled the mole out of the pile, digging in.

Clam chowder grabbed his food stiffly, going back to his perch upstairs with a Robin in his jaws. "And I am truly sorry about my brother. He's usually friendly, I promise." She sighed. "Ever since Dayback- the father- happened, he's been angry with just about every clan cat that comes through here. I'm all he has, seeing as our mother is some kitty pet somewhere and our father wants nothing to do with any of us. He's also got a kit in Windclan, found out a couple days ago that the hill cats found him and raised him. He tried everything to get him back. Obviously, it didn't work."
@Red Dawn

[Red Dawn]

Inferno, the revengeful
Rogue
He/Him

Mhm. No unusual reaction, he was clear, slowly, he took a bite off, appreciating the taste on his tongue before swallowing.

His mental tumor kept bothering him despite everything as he glanced at the brother when Shirley spoke about him...

Perhaps he had a solution to that... Not like he would say it, but well... It was in his mind.

"And I'm no ordinary clan cat. I dropped that title long ago, and don't want to be reminded about it."

Said Inferno a second time neutrally. His burn itched a little, but Inferno didn't knew if it was because of a small breeze, or as a way to remind him of what happened.

A reminder of why he hated and thrived in the blaze of his anger, resent and hatred.

He understood the other tom a little, even if he never felt anything when a loved one died. Probably because the day he rose again from the ashes he was left in, they were dead since long without him knowing.

Not like he cared anyway.

"The ones that were called once upon a time my parents are since long dead.", he shrugged a little, "They're just a bunch of strangers that were unlucky to create a rotten seed."

Inferno finished, that wasn't something he would hide, it was the reality of his life.

He took another bite.

@Palmtreejesus