Fail fail and fail again. (P)

[Fritter]

Tw for this whole thread! Mentions of cannibalism, possible neglect and manipulation!

•Stoat Leap•
• She/Her • Queen • No Purrks

Dragging her paws through the uncomfortable muck and dampness that was the marshlands of shadowclan, StoatLeap get her gaze fixed forward and paw-steps heavy. Usually her mind was fixed on more professional means but today she found her thoughts lingering to her ktitens progress and reactions to finding out what they’d really been eating, in all honesty only one of them had the brains to peice smell and taste together well the rest dragged behind in terms of intellect, especially the orange hairball that was TickKit, the little runt had taken it upon himself to be the family embarrassment. After a game of “hide and seek” of which might as well have smothered TickKits idea of what thst game was meant to look like in mud, TickKit was covered almost entirely in filth and scraps of leaves and other things with scruffy fur as if somecat had dragged him through some brambles backwards. And another time TickKit was convinced she’d mysteriously disappeared and acted like she’d died forever when she showed her face again. Wrinkling her nose at the memory she paused briefly to glance downward, beside her scrambled the orange scrap with eyes wide and stumbling over his own paws. Pathetic. A sharp snap switched her calmness to surprise as her fur bristled, gaze flickering over every nook and cranny in her vision, being seen this far out of camp with a kitten by her paws would be a ridiculous way to eliminate her place within the clan early. After a moment or two longer ,and a sharp hiss at the clinginess of TickKit who promptly parted a little further from StoatLeap and trailed a bit more behind, she walked on. Eventually she paused to glance around before seating herself and making a nonverbal gesture for her kitten to do the same, of which she held no care for whether her gesture was fulfilled or not, and cleared her throat in preparation to begin. She was going to fix him, because TickKit had been nothing short of a failure, useless and pointless in all ways. And she wasn’t going to stand for a cat who shares her blood being a gentle little kitten that was as sweet as honey or innocent as could be. That was not the tradition. ‘Do you know why you’re here,’ StoatLeap couldn’t care less for the answer or whatever pitiful imagination of what might be occurring during this conversation that the scrap would spew out. If anything they probably we’re convinced she was to praise them and tell them ‘it’s all perfectly fine I’m proud of you!’ which would be a laughable thought, because neither was true. Watching her kitten fumble when faced with socialising and watch things from afar instead of participating most likely made everyone else weirded out or awkward. It was her kittens doing, it was a simple task to stride up and greet someone with confidence and yet even a simple hello was strained. ‘I have brought you here because you bring a disgusting drag of shame to our family and our traditions, the way you speak appalls me and the way you act brings more then a few looks. You cannot socialise or fit in and for that you are defective. Both of your other littermates have made their way to fast and prideful progress in the families expectations and already I've already had to lower the bar for you so many times it’s only a few lower away from being on the ground.’ StoatLeap paused to monitor the kittens reaction, she would spew as much hatred as she could and then stomp this kitten into shape, as was deemed right by her and his more successful littermates and the generations before that had done the same to straying kittens. It was not uncommon, unfortunately, for a kitten of this lifestyle to become soft and pathetic and it was often those who turned pathetic and got their life corrected that turned out better. This was her hope for today. ‘So I'm going to tell you everything abiut this lifestyle your disappointing ever so much and just exactly who me and you are. What we do anyhow. So get comfortable because I’m not taking any interruptions.’ StoatLeap rolled her shoulders glancing around, she was taking a completely different tone then usual of course. She had to.

(This is a Solo rp btw^^ for anyone readin’ this )

[Fritter]

Originally Posted by Fritter

Tw for this whole thread! Mentions of cannibalism, possible neglect and manipulation!

•Stoat Leap•
• She/Her • Queen • No Purrks

Dragging her paws through the uncomfortable muck and dampness that was the marshlands of shadowclan, StoatLeap get her gaze fixed forward and paw-steps heavy. Usually her mind was fixed on more professional means but today she found her thoughts lingering to her ktitens progress and reactions to finding out what they’d really been eating, in all honesty only one of them had the brains to peice smell and taste together well the rest dragged behind in terms of intellect, especially the orange hairball that was TickKit, the little runt had taken it upon himself to be the family embarrassment. After a game of “hide and seek” of which might as well have smothered TickKits idea of what thst game was meant to look like in mud, TickKit was covered almost entirely in filth and scraps of leaves and other things with scruffy fur as if somecat had dragged him through some brambles backwards. And another time TickKit was convinced she’d mysteriously disappeared and acted like she’d died forever when she showed her face again. Wrinkling her nose at the memory she paused briefly to glance downward, beside her scrambled the orange scrap with eyes wide and stumbling over his own paws. Pathetic. A sharp snap switched her calmness to surprise as her fur bristled, gaze flickering over every nook and cranny in her vision, being seen this far out of camp with a kitten by her paws would be a ridiculous way to eliminate her place within the clan early. After a moment or two longer ,and a sharp hiss at the clinginess of TickKit who promptly parted a little further from StoatLeap and trailed a bit more behind, she walked on. Eventually she paused to glance around before seating herself and making a nonverbal gesture for her kitten to do the same, of which she held no care for whether her gesture was fulfilled or not, and cleared her throat in preparation to begin. She was going to fix him, because TickKit had been nothing short of a failure, useless and pointless in all ways. And she wasn’t going to stand for a cat who shares her blood being a gentle little kitten that was as sweet as honey or innocent as could be. That was not the tradition. ‘Do you know why you’re here,’ StoatLeap couldn’t care less for the answer or whatever pitiful imagination of what might be occurring during this conversation that the scrap would spew out. If anything they probably we’re convinced she was to praise them and tell them ‘it’s all perfectly fine I’m proud of you!’ which would be a laughable thought, because neither was true. Watching her kitten fumble when faced with socialising and watch things from afar instead of participating most likely made everyone else weirded out or awkward. It was her kittens doing, it was a simple task to stride up and greet someone with confidence and yet even a simple hello was strained. ‘I have brought you here because you bring a disgusting drag of shame to our family and our traditions, the way you speak appalls me and the way you act brings more then a few looks. You cannot socialise or fit in and for that you are defective. Both of your other littermates have made their way to fast and prideful progress in the families expectations and already I've already had to lower the bar for you so many times it’s only a few lower away from being on the ground.’ StoatLeap paused to monitor the kittens reaction, she would spew as much hatred as she could and then stomp this kitten into shape, as was deemed right by her and his more successful littermates and the generations before that had done the same to straying kittens. It was not uncommon, unfortunately, for a kitten of this lifestyle to become soft and pathetic and it was often those who turned pathetic and got their life corrected that turned out better. This was her hope for today. ‘So I'm going to tell you everything abiut this lifestyle your disappointing ever so much and just exactly who me and you are. What we do anyhow. So get comfortable because I’m not taking any interruptions.’ StoatLeap rolled her shoulders glancing around, she was taking a completely different tone then usual of course. She had to.

(This is a Solo rp btw^^ for anyone readin’ this )

[Tick Kit]
[Purrks- Bewitched/Constant Hunger-Chill of Death-Shadow Fiend-Lyrebirds Lullaby]
[He Him] - [Shadowclan Kit] - [4 Moons]

TickKit swallowed down a whine that threatened to bubble up as he dragged his paws along, moving in a stumbling ungraceful manner. Bringing his rounded eyes up toward Mother he shrunk against the unbearable glare of concentration, it sounded silly but it was easy to tell when Mother was mad. And she was very mad, with heavy pawsteps and a frown he was convinced she couldn’t see it made it indescribably hard for him to keep a calm demeanour. One paw forward.. another paw forward.. TickKit slowed slightly as he focused on his pawsteps, not on the uncomfortable feeling of the wet, icky ground and the way it made him cringe. The feeling of water soaking into his fur as he was forced to briefly wade through thick dark pools and the sounds of squelching, each movement like the ground itself was slowly sucking him into it. When he glanced up and briefly caught the eye of his Mother he let out a slight squeak stumbling over a twig, the snap made Mother seem tense and TickKit slid close to Mother trying to comfort her, she was very mad at him but he was a good kit and he could still make Mother happy. Instead he was swatted at, with a yelp TickKit scrambled away, tripping over himself. Mother walked much quicker ahead and TickKit wheezed, his throat hurt and he felt tired from all the walking, it was worse then last time when they’d gone for hide and seek. When Mother stopped, he stopped blinking at the weird gesture and watching Mother sit down TickKit felt his stomach flip with a sprinkle of dangling hope. Maybe he was wrong, maybe mother was just here to give him a big talk that she missed him when she was gone and that he had hid really well during hide and seek even if she didn’t see it! TickKit struggled to shove down the smile that was bubbling as he seated himself frowning as that feeling of being engulfed by the marshes floor worsened. A question? ‘Do you know why you’re here?’ yes!! It’s because he’s been a very good kit and he’s been trying his super duper best!! ‘Is it because I’ve been doing realllyy well and you’re going to tell me I’m super duper good at hiding!’ Excitement, excitement through pure fear. He didn’t know why Mother looked so displeased if this conversation was going to be so good!! He almost bounced up with joy his paws itched release all this pent up energy. But it was okay, because what Mother said next got rid of it for him. ‘A disgusting drag of shame’ TickKit felt his lip quiver as he listened to each word with an increasing weight upon him. His eyes stung as he lowered his head, anything but meeting mothers eyes. He felt as if everything he’d been so worried about had gone and made itself exactly that, but worse by a trillion. TickKit didn’t try fight off tears as streams of them fell down pitter pattering on the ground. A disgusting drag? He was defective? But he- he’d tried so hard to- TickKit let out something akin to a muffled wail as he tried to bite back the noise, he knew that crying would only make mother more upset. Curling up tight like a ball for just a moment, feeling secure for just a moment in that position TickKit sniffled trying to wipe away the growing streams of salty tears. For something coming at such a bad time his tears sure were yummy. Maybe that’s why Mother made him cry. He wasn’t doing himself any favours sniffling around! Come on, Tick, you can be good! Mother will be happy if you listen well! that little voice inside his head cheering him, a little hope he could still make Mother proud. It had never been such a quiet cheer before, was he not believing in himself anymore? He shook his head trying to shoo away everything and all his thoughts bringing his eyes to meet Mothers with an unreasonable amount of struggle. Burning, angry eyes. TickKit could only offer a meek nod in acknowledgement for the last bit, okay. He can listen.

(I’m so bad at writing characters being sad )

[Fritter]

Originally Posted by Fritter

[Tick Kit]
[Purrks- Bewitched/Constant Hunger-Chill of Death-Shadow Fiend-Lyrebirds Lullaby]
[He Him] - [Shadowclan Kit] - [4 Moons]

TickKit swallowed down a whine that threatened to bubble up as he dragged his paws along, moving in a stumbling ungraceful manner. Bringing his rounded eyes up toward Mother he shrunk against the unbearable glare of concentration, it sounded silly but it was easy to tell when Mother was mad. And she was very mad, with heavy pawsteps and a frown he was convinced she couldn’t see it made it indescribably hard for him to keep a calm demeanour. One paw forward.. another paw forward.. TickKit slowed slightly as he focused on his pawsteps, not on the uncomfortable feeling of the wet, icky ground and the way it made him cringe. The feeling of water soaking into his fur as he was forced to briefly wade through thick dark pools and the sounds of squelching, each movement like the ground itself was slowly sucking him into it. When he glanced up and briefly caught the eye of his Mother he let out a slight squeak stumbling over a twig, the snap made Mother seem tense and TickKit slid close to Mother trying to comfort her, she was very mad at him but he was a good kit and he could still make Mother happy. Instead he was swatted at, with a yelp TickKit scrambled away, tripping over himself. Mother walked much quicker ahead and TickKit wheezed, his throat hurt and he felt tired from all the walking, it was worse then last time when they’d gone for hide and seek. When Mother stopped, he stopped blinking at the weird gesture and watching Mother sit down TickKit felt his stomach flip with a sprinkle of dangling hope. Maybe he was wrong, maybe mother was just here to give him a big talk that she missed him when she was gone and that he had hid really well during hide and seek even if she didn’t see it! TickKit struggled to shove down the smile that was bubbling as he seated himself frowning as that feeling of being engulfed by the marshes floor worsened. A question? ‘Do you know why you’re here?’ yes!! It’s because he’s been a very good kit and he’s been trying his super duper best!! ‘Is it because I’ve been doing realllyy well and you’re going to tell me I’m super duper good at hiding!’ Excitement, excitement through pure fear. He didn’t know why Mother looked so displeased if this conversation was going to be so good!! He almost bounced up with joy his paws itched release all this pent up energy. But it was okay, because what Mother said next got rid of it for him. ‘A disgusting drag of shame’ TickKit felt his lip quiver as he listened to each word with an increasing weight upon him. His eyes stung as he lowered his head, anything but meeting mothers eyes. He felt as if everything he’d been so worried about had gone and made itself exactly that, but worse by a trillion. TickKit didn’t try fight off tears as streams of them fell down pitter pattering on the ground. A disgusting drag? He was defective? But he- he’d tried so hard to- TickKit let out something akin to a muffled wail as he tried to bite back the noise, he knew that crying would only make mother more upset. Curling up tight like a ball for just a moment, feeling secure for just a moment in that position TickKit sniffled trying to wipe away the growing streams of salty tears. For something coming at such a bad time his tears sure were yummy. Maybe that’s why Mother made him cry. He wasn’t doing himself any favours sniffling around! Come on, Tick, you can be good! Mother will be happy if you listen well! that little voice inside his head cheering him, a little hope he could still make Mother proud. It had never been such a quiet cheer before, was he not believing in himself anymore? He shook his head trying to shoo away everything and all his thoughts bringing his eyes to meet Mothers with an unreasonable amount of struggle. Burning, angry eyes. TickKit could only offer a meek nod in acknowledgement for the last bit, okay. He can listen.

(I’m so bad at writing characters being sad )

TW for mentions of Cannibalism!!!


•Stoat Leap•
• She/Her • Queen • No Purrks

A mix of annoyance and disgust brewed within StoatLeap as she watched her kitten sniffle and cry like someone had just died, well. She hoped whatever this was would die because it was not the kitten she was raising. The kitten she was raising is the one to appear after this explanation, after she finally shoves some backbone into this spineless worm that sat snivelling and and rubbing at their eyes. He watched him curl up like some sort of terrified snail retreating to its shell, and gave an amused snort. She wasn’t a monster, he should be thankful that she’d pointed out his flawed he was before anycat gave him ideas. It’d be better this way. Mostly for her, but she supposed this applied for him as well. ‘Now that your listening. Let’s begin.’ A minimal reveal of information on the topic, it felt like she was slowly peeling back the paws covering TickKits eyes and even if she had to watch this orange runt burst jnto tears it was still going to be worth it. Unlike with RoseKit and when she’d revealed it to her, StoatLeap didn’t care if TickKit reacted badly or went squealing to somecat because he was so incapable of socialising he’d more likely freeze up in fear and explode then go running to the leader. Especially when TickKit had been taught that your not supposed to go squealing and shouting at others or to bigger cats. And with all this in place in such fabulous contrast to TickKits accomplished littermates he was a complete malfunction, a failure, every word known for ‘This kit needs to get their head out the clouds and start thinking right’. StoatLeap took a moment to tear up some of the ground underpaw as both an idle movement and quiet show thst she had her claws out. She wasn’t fond of the marshland floors texture but the rest she found desirable especially the naturally darker territory and more shadowed areas ‘ You and your siblings have loner roots, that come from when I was a loner, the rest of your family was out there on the outskirts with us and we traveled as a particularly large group of cats who held a tradition and common understanding. Have you ever noticed how yummy the snacks i bring you from the territory are? And how no one else eats them and yet, everyone always smells like them. Of course you didn’t. Because you’re thought capacity is limited to how many chunks of dirt you can fit in your mouth before someone notices. Our family upholds an ancient tradition to put ourselves above those aorund us skill wise, we indulge in our gift to hunt by anything those who don’t and make ourselves the essential predator to those around us. You and those bumbling idiots of kits in the nursery are the prey, those apprentices too lazy to learn that they’re being stalked at every corner is the prey and what you’ll turn into of you don’t change and the warriors who work all their life until their apprenticeship just to get slaughtered for being a mouse-brained ding-dong who can’t keep their tongue from running the length of the territory with pure dung. So I’m going to fix that. Either I’m going to make you the second best hunter this clan has seen ever until you’ve hunted every babbling hairball in the nursery and those who raised them and until you stop doing all the wrong things you will be considered defective and broken.’ StoatLeap paused to take a deep breathe sheathing her claws and simply glaring at her kitten, if this didn’t engrave it into the kittens head nothing would. She was almost to a conclusion thankfully and she hoped to see this sorry excuse for a kitten of her litter dragging his sorry face out to do something useful other then playing the normal “hide and seek” every other runt did. ‘Take every word of this in, if you do not improve the way you act by the time your apprentice ceremony comes it will be your turn to be the snack your littermates eat.’ And with that, StoatLeap rose to her paws shaking out her fur and without a so much as a glance marched right off with the expectation that her kitten would follow suit as quickly as possible. They could be wailing for an apology or having some beast maul them to peices and she wouldn’t give a twitch of her whisker because what mattered now was that the silent supposedly akward walk back was done without eye contact or sniffling. Then she would know if it had worked. And she’ll force some kit to interact with tick kit just to see if he holds up that part of the threat. As well as training her prized kittens to be better she also had to train the runt as well.

[Fritter]

Originally Posted by Fritter

TW for mentions of Cannibalism!!!


•Stoat Leap•
• She/Her • Queen • No Purrks

A mix of annoyance and disgust brewed within StoatLeap as she watched her kitten sniffle and cry like someone had just died, well. She hoped whatever this was would die because it was not the kitten she was raising. The kitten she was raising is the one to appear after this explanation, after she finally shoves some backbone into this spineless worm that sat snivelling and and rubbing at their eyes. He watched him curl up like some sort of terrified snail retreating to its shell, and gave an amused snort. She wasn’t a monster, he should be thankful that she’d pointed out his flawed he was before anycat gave him ideas. It’d be better this way. Mostly for her, but she supposed this applied for him as well. ‘Now that your listening. Let’s begin.’ A minimal reveal of information on the topic, it felt like she was slowly peeling back the paws covering TickKits eyes and even if she had to watch this orange runt burst jnto tears it was still going to be worth it. Unlike with RoseKit and when she’d revealed it to her, StoatLeap didn’t care if TickKit reacted badly or went squealing to somecat because he was so incapable of socialising he’d more likely freeze up in fear and explode then go running to the leader. Especially when TickKit had been taught that your not supposed to go squealing and shouting at others or to bigger cats. And with all this in place in such fabulous contrast to TickKits accomplished littermates he was a complete malfunction, a failure, every word known for ‘This kit needs to get their head out the clouds and start thinking right’. StoatLeap took a moment to tear up some of the ground underpaw as both an idle movement and quiet show thst she had her claws out. She wasn’t fond of the marshland floors texture but the rest she found desirable especially the naturally darker territory and more shadowed areas ‘ You and your siblings have loner roots, that come from when I was a loner, the rest of your family was out there on the outskirts with us and we traveled as a particularly large group of cats who held a tradition and common understanding. Have you ever noticed how yummy the snacks i bring you from the territory are? And how no one else eats them and yet, everyone always smells like them. Of course you didn’t. Because you’re thought capacity is limited to how many chunks of dirt you can fit in your mouth before someone notices. Our family upholds an ancient tradition to put ourselves above those aorund us skill wise, we indulge in our gift to hunt by anything those who don’t and make ourselves the essential predator to those around us. You and those bumbling idiots of kits in the nursery are the prey, those apprentices too lazy to learn that they’re being stalked at every corner is the prey and what you’ll turn into of you don’t change and the warriors who work all their life until their apprenticeship just to get slaughtered for being a mouse-brained ding-dong who can’t keep their tongue from running the length of the territory with pure dung. So I’m going to fix that. Either I’m going to make you the second best hunter this clan has seen ever until you’ve hunted every babbling hairball in the nursery and those who raised them and until you stop doing all the wrong things you will be considered defective and broken.’ StoatLeap paused to take a deep breathe sheathing her claws and simply glaring at her kitten, if this didn’t engrave it into the kittens head nothing would. She was almost to a conclusion thankfully and she hoped to see this sorry excuse for a kitten of her litter dragging his sorry face out to do something useful other then playing the normal “hide and seek” every other runt did. ‘Take every word of this in, if you do not improve the way you act by the time your apprentice ceremony comes it will be your turn to be the snack your littermates eat.’ And with that, StoatLeap rose to her paws shaking out her fur and without a so much as a glance marched right off with the expectation that her kitten would follow suit as quickly as possible. They could be wailing for an apology or having some beast maul them to peices and she wouldn’t give a twitch of her whisker because what mattered now was that the silent supposedly akward walk back was done without eye contact or sniffling. Then she would know if it had worked. And she’ll force some kit to interact with tick kit just to see if he holds up that part of the threat. As well as training her prized kittens to be better she also had to train the runt as well.

[Tick Kit]
[Purrks- Bewitched/Constant Hunger-Chill of Death-Shadow Fiend-Lyrebirds Lullaby]
[He Him] - [Shadowclan Kit] - [4 Moons]

’ Now that your listening let’s begin.’ TickKit tensed and held his stare at mother, his eyes still hurt from the tears and the fur on his face was damp from them as well, but he didn’t dare break the eye contact he was holding with mother. Maybe if she sees that I’m listening super well and not crying anymore she won’t say anything mean or- and- and Mother will say that she is so so sorry and he is actually a super cool kit. TickKit barely believed such a far away fantasy but nonetheless it kept the hope going, his gaze flickered from Mother’s to the ground where it was being torn by her claws and he suppressed a shudder, Mother wouldn’t hurt him. . . Right? She was mean sometimes yes, and sometimes she was also.. well yes. She would. But only if he was really really bad! And he hadn’t ever been really really bad, he was the opposite! Super duper good! TickKit’s eyes widened at hearing that Mother used to be a loner, out there in the big scary outside where cats had to fight to live? And there wasn’t any rules or as many yummy treats? TickKit blinked at the question ‘have you ever noticed how yummy the treats I bring you are?’ he nodded, it was the best part of the day! And they all got their own yummy treat so they didn’t have to share, and Mother was always nice when she gave them the treats! She called him a ‘good kit!’ and said to eat up all of it to get big and strong! He couldn’t wait for that to happen! He always made sure to eat all of it so Mother was happy and- ‘your thought capacity is limited to how much dirt you can fit into your mouth before someone notices’ TickKit felt his stomach drop and churn, maybe Mother was speaking about someone else and she didn’t mean that part!But she was really rude earlier and made me cry! Maybe she did mean it?. An ancient tradition.. TickKit soaked in the rest like a sponge, they were scary predators? And… he wasn’t a predator he was one of the prey-kits… what if Mother did turn him into a yummy treat? Would anyone notice he was gone? Would anyone care with his constant failure and malfunction? He was going to turn into an apprentice soon and still be prey- no ‘So i’m going to fix that.’ Mother did care! She was going to make him the best hunter- and he was going to not be a prey-kit anymore and- and he could show her how good he was at hide and seek and all the neat tricks he’d learnt! And when RoseKit showed him all the super cool moves mother taught her, he would show those off too! He wasn’t a failure- well. Right now he was but he wouldn’t be soon! And then. Mother stopped talking, and he struggled to keep the eye contact he had before as it was met with a glare, an unmoving glare that took up all his ambition and excitement and shrivelled it to nothing more than a moment that passed. He wondered what Mother was thinking in that silence, certainly not about him being a good kit, that had been established.. maybe if he spoke more formal and he walked and acted like mother and followed this weird tradition he could make her proud. Or even better than proud, he could become the favourite. Yes, yes that sounded amazing! Rose Kit always got extra yummy treats.. extra.. extra prey-kit.. who had they eaten all this time, had Mother known them, was it someone they knew?… TickKit swallowed the question down and scrambled after Mother as she bound off, pausing his scramble he watched her paw-steps and matched them pace for pace as well as the way she held her head high and her tail was always just above the ground. ‘I will make you proud Mother!’ TickKit didn’t have the energy to raise his voice but nonetheless he hoped his words were heard, when would Mother start training him to become better? Would she tell him or did he have to ask?

(End of thread )