August 22, 2020 at 5:16 pm #7878
Blackleopard ~ ShadowClan Warrior
Orange eyes flickered towards the border the lines along the outskirts, Twoface had alerted her that there were a couple of young felines that had been spotted for a few days huddled near the area. But that wasn’t what had caught her attention, Twoface has expressed that the little Tom looked quite a bit like FearedJackal. Although she wasn’t aware of why she was even searching for these two, but her curiosity was burning with the need to at least lay eyes on them. Clearing her throat for a moment as she looked along the ferns, she was unaware of their scent or even their looks but she had been told that they weren’t staying far from the border, but nonetheless she caught the scent of two rogues. Perhaps that was them? Dainty paws moved with ease across the moist earth, rain had recently passed through the land and cooled off the area. Her pelt was Smokey black with darker black spots, her build was tall but slender and moved with grace. Always with grace.
Black nostrils twitched as she breathed in her surroundings, her movements slow. Their scent was becoming more and more apparent, but her eyes were straining to spot their pelts amongst the swamp. “My name is Blackleopard, you do not have to fear me.” She spoke softly, her voice was tender and soothing, along with her facial expression. “I’ve noticed you have been hanging around, are you waiting for someone?” She questioned softly, moving slowly and thoughtfully as she walked, her eyes suddenly zoning in on a dusty cream pelt that was huddling near foliage along with a dark furred pelt feline but she couldn’t really see them. “Maybe I can help you get to where you need to be?” Blackleopard offered softly, ears lowering against her head to make her appear less aggressive. She could tell they were young and regardless if they were Fearedjackals kits she would help them.August 22, 2020 at 7:16 pm #7884
They’d been running for… weeks? The exhaustion had finally caught up to her and now she felt too weak to move. The older kit pressed up against her brother’s side, burying her face into the other’s shoulder. They’d escaped the city at least a moon ago and their journey was a difficult one, the blood caking her paws a clear sign of their troubles.
“It was worth it, right Brother?” Sky blue eyes locked onto a pair of dual-colored eyes. She was scared, very scared, but for the past moon, the small molly had worked hard to put on a brave face. Their mother had been a terror to live it, it was always a gamble on whether or not she’d go mad or be their mother. It came to a peak when Mother had attacked the kit’s brother, and it had driven her to search for a tom she’d only ever heard stories about.
“My name is Blackleopard, you do not have to fear me.” The kit’s eyes snapped towards the source of the voice. “I’ve noticed you have been hanging around, are you waiting for someone? Maybe I can help you get to where you need to be?” Sister took a moment to think, eyeing her scarred and bloodied paws. She was in no state to be getting up, even as a young as she was she knew that, the throbbing of her paws attesting to the fact.
‘Stay,’ she silently instructed, brushing her tail against Brother’s side. The small feline rose to her paws, unsteady on her feet yet she persisted. The dusty cream-tabby emerged from the foliage, careful to keep her brother hidden in the shadows. He was bigger than her and therefore harder to hide, but he also had a darker coat which served him well in this land.
“Why would I want your help?” Sister spat, venom lacing her words. “I’m a stranger in your land shouldn’t you be protecting it or something?” Her voice was the very definition of disdainful, judgment glittering in her eyes. It was hard to take her seriously though, with her small size and pathetic, starving frame.August 22, 2020 at 7:35 pm #7885
Blackleopard ~ ShadowClan Warrior
She waited patiently, the air seemed tense as the young cats weren’t sure how to take her. Which was understandable, but what she hadn’t expected was the state that the dusty cream pelted feline was in. Her pelt was a mess and the scent of dried blood caught her senses as the small she-cat slipped out of the foliage, she wasn’t exactly a kit but she was very close to the age of one. So young. She immediately thought to herself, although she kept herself from frowning as her gaze was searching the face of the young cat before her. This little mollies pelt coloring was nothing alike that of her sons, her eyes were a clear blue which also didn’t scream FearedJackal, but her attitude and the slight structure of her face seemed to subtly hint at FearedJackal. Blackleopard was silently not convinced that this was her sons daughter, but in a way she could see it, what she really needed to see what this supposed dark furred feline. Slowly she lowered herself into a sitting position, keeping to a non-aggressive stance. The kit in front of her seemed aggressive and worried, but she kept her facial expression soft. “In fact, yes we do protect our lands. But you are young and injured, I don’t not think StarClan would look highly upon me if I chased out a young one in need of help.” She purred softly, chin tilting as she looked over Sister once more with a thoughtful gaze.
“Even ShadowClan is capable of compassion, little molly.” She meowed softly, her eyes briefly lowering towards the bloodied paws of the young she-cat. “This part of the land is rather moist and can be uncomfortable for those who are not used to it, we call it the Marshlands.” She explained, using her long tail to gesture to their surroundings. “You look hungry and hurt. Our medicine cat is a sweet she-cat, she can take a look at your paws. Plus, we have fresh-kill. Something to fill your belly before you continue your travels.” Blackleopard offered in a gentle tone, her chin tilting but she knew that there was a second scent. It was strong and told her it was a male, getting her heart to race a little fast. Dark furred and male… she needed to see him. But for now she would play along with the little molly. “If not, I can help escort you past this area. It’s a bit of a walk though.” She warned with a soft smile, ears slowly lifting off of her head.August 22, 2020 at 7:54 pm #7886
“I could still claw your eyes out,” she threatened, “I’ve seen rats do it, and I’m bigger than a rat!” A slight stretch on the truth. She’d heard of cats getting blinded by rats in the city, but never had Sister seen it with her own eyes. “I don’t need help, so just back off!” Sister was tired, and as took a step forward the small kit stumbled. The metallic scent of blood struck the air, though, Sister did her best to stand tall.
‘Shadowclan… At least you’re in the right place.’ “This part of the land is rather moist and can be uncomfortable for those who are not used to it, we call it the Marshlands.” Sister couldn’t help but look around curiously, noting how soft the ground was. It was actually why she’d chosen to rest here because the ground was so soft and the thick cloying scent of the marshes did well to hide her and Brother from the great red beasts that passed by. “…we have fresh-kill. Something to fill your belly…” Sister jerked back, looking stunned. Her stomach growled pitifully at the mention of food and her mouth watered, oh what she’d give for just a morsel of food. Compared to more walking, food was definitely the more appealing option…
‘But what about Brother…?’ Sister stared at the unfamiliar molly. She hadn’t noticed before, but the molly was an older one, with a regal posture and subtly dangerous glint in her eye. Despite her friendliness, something told Sister that, if she wanted to, this “Blackleopard” could easily dispatch of any dangers to her land. Sister was comforted by the thought. “O-Okay…” Sister tensed, not turning her back on the warrior but instead calling over her shoulder, “Brother, come on!” Once Brother had emerged from the foliage, the fawn tri-colored molly positioned herself at his side. A tiny barrier between her brother and a larger, more experience enemy.August 23, 2020 at 4:07 pm #7902
~S M O K E~
A small drop of blood was left on the ground from every step the gray kitten took. For awhile, he would wince and cry out from his cracked pads and sprained hindleg before he was calmed down by Sister, her hushed voice soothing and comforting. However, the pain became a normal thing after a full moon of dealing with it, so he stopped complaining and let it become normal. The kitten knew that he and Sister had a plan to find their father, but he started to forget after traveling for so long. His green and blue eyes began to shut as he continued to pad forward, his body leaning towards his sister to help support him. She was exhausted as much as he, but she wasn’t as injured as Brother. When Sister questioned if leaving was worth it, he didn’t answer. I’m hurting, he thought. Then suddenly the memory of their mother attacking him sparked in his mind. “Yes, it’s worth it,” he squeaked back.
At the sound of someone else’s voice, Brother looked up with curiosity, and almost called back but then the look Sister gave him made him hush. He flattened his ears and lowered himself to the ground, his tiny claws digging into the dirt. Was today the day they died from a stranger? The stranger’s words were of appetizing things: compassion, fresh-kill, medicine-cat (whatever that was). He stared at Sister with round, begging eyes and sighed with relief when she agreed to follow the she-cat. Brother stood up and stepped out from behind the foliage, his eyes wide with curiosity as he looked over the dark-pelted feline. She seemed kind and trustworthy, but so did their mother until… Brother pressed against Sister once again, his ears still flat and his tail drooping to the ground. “Are…are we safe?” he asked her, his voice trembling. “Will we eat?”August 23, 2020 at 5:05 pm #7908
Blackleopard ~ ShadowClan Warrior
Sister appeared to be stuck in her thoughts as her blue eyes glared up at her, chin tilting slightly for a brief moment as she gazed down at the little molly. She continued to smile as the little molly spat a warning in her direction, causing her orange eyes to narrow slightly before she slowly nodded. “That is very true. But even naughty little rats can be punished.” Blackleopard purred softly, she was already growing fond of this little she-cat. Even if she wasn’t Fearedjackal’s daughter, the fierce attitude of this little reminded her instantly of her son. Although he wasn’t nearly as outspoken as this little lady. However, this little molly went rigid when the prospect of food and medicine were handed out, causing her lips to twitch into a wider smile. Yes, it always did seem appealing. Brother? So they are siblings. She thought to herself, ear twitching as he heard the foliage shake as a slightly larger kit followed after his sisters footsteps. Now this kit caused her heart to skip a beat. There were obvious differences, his tail was short bob and his eyes were blue and yellow. However, his facial structure was exactly like Fearedjackal’s when he had been young. The pelt was a dark but had dark grey patches mottled into the black, but there was instantly no doubt that this little male was her grandson, which instantly meant the little feisty molly was her granddaughter.
She watched him silently, he was quiet and timid, something that reminded her of her son as well. These two were like the perfect mixtures of FearedJackal and it had her heart hammering in her chest. They both looked miserable and hungry, causing her to slowly stand up as she looked down the pair. “You both are safe as long as you stay with me, little dears.” Blackleopard promised, her eyes narrowing slightly as her long black dappled tail swung softly behind her as she beckoned the little kits. “Come along and we shall make the trip to camp. There we can get your paws looked at, some food, and I get to scold another cat.” She grumbled softly, FearedJackal was going to be in so much trouble for not telling her about these kits, when had this happened that he had rendevoued with a rogue? No matter, these little dears were here now and she was determined to care for them. “Little miss, I know your paws hurt, if I need to carry any of you, please let me know. I do not mind.” Blackleopard promised softly, walking slowly with the young cats as she lead them back into ShadowClan territory.August 23, 2020 at 9:26 pm #7916
Long fur bristled at Blackleopard’s words, and Sister made a show of baring her teeth at the older molly. Sister cautiously examined Blackleopard again, noting a slight halt in her breathing, a heartbeat of silence that seemed weighted with more than just silence. Sister was too young to understand the silence to be shock, however, she was old enough to know it spelled possible trouble for her brother. Sister’s normally reserved expression was painted with hostility, all sharp lines, narrowed eyes, and bared teeth. Sister had no intention of letting this stranger any closer to her brother than need be.
“Scold another cat?” Sister couldn’t keep the snicker of amusement from slipping past her lips. “I guess I’d be worried for them if I knew them,” Sister mumbled out, embarrassment encouraging her to briefly push her face into Brother’s shoulder. When Blackleopard’s offer reached Sister’s hearing she whipped around, assuming an offensive stance.
“I’ve been running on my own for a moon! I can do a tiny walk.” Sister tossed her head, a vain gesture made to show just how nonchalant she was.
Despite the constant stinging pain and occasional wince from her paws.“If anyone needs to be carried, it’s my brother.” Sister would’ve carried her brother to the ends of all the world if she had to, and if she weren’t so small maybe she could’ve.August 24, 2020 at 12:22 pm #7922
~S M O K E~
The little gray kit looked up hesitantly at Blackleopard, his bi-colored eyes widening at how much taller she was than both he and his sister. He noticed the she-cat looking him over, her eyes flickering to his bobbed tail and he felt a little self-conscious. He remembered the words of his mother over his tail. “You’re not a real cat if you don’t have a tail.” He pressed further into Sister’s side and looked away from the she-cat, trying hard not to focus on his painful pads again. “Only a little longer, right?” He whispered to Sister, keeping his head close to hers. However, she paid him no mind and snapped at Blackleopard for offering to carry her.
He almost groaned with annoyance at her, wanting to wail out that he was in so much pain, he was tired, and very hungry, but then she suggested that Blackleopard carry him instead and he almost cried with relief. Even though she large she-cat was quite scary to him, the thought of not having to walk on his pads anymore was very comforting. “Y-yes, please.” The gray tom hesitantly stepped towards Blackleopard, plopping himself onto the ground suddenly with exhaustion, and hardly noticing when she grabbed his scruff between his teeth. He must have been lighter than a mouse. He and Sister walked around for one moon with no skills on how to hunt for food. They had to rely mostly on other’s with the hopes that they wouldn’t be scared away, and even Twoleg trash was better than nothing. Even if this wasn’t the place they were meant to go, he hoped that Sister would agree they stop here for awhile before moving on with their journey. The to-and-fro swinging was comforting to Brother, and it took only moments for him to fall asleep being carried.August 24, 2020 at 1:07 pm #7923
Blackleopard ~ ShadowClan Warrior
Blackleopard wasn’t bothered by Sisters reactions, her eyes narrowing slightly as she looked at the little molly and her spite. She sounds just like FearedJackal when he was an apprentice. Such fire in her soul. She thought to herself, her other granddaughter, Widowpaw, was just as ill tempered and sharp tongued. They will get along just fine. The molly smirked softly to herself, her long tail lashing. “Don’t feel too sorry for him. By the time I am done with him I will have both of his ears and his tail lining my nest.” Blackleopard puffed softly, her orange eyes already looking down fondly at both kits before her. Of course Sister instantly became guarded the moment she offered to carry her, black whiskers pulling back towards her cheeks in amusement before she dipped her head in respect for her wishes. “Of course, it was a small suggestion. Relax, little molly.” She urged in a soothing voice, smiling softly at Sister before she looked at the dark grey tomcat. He was exhausted and his paws looked like they were hurting him, her eyes growing soft as she walked towards him and licked his forehead. “We will be at camp soon.” She assured him before she gently dug her teeth into his scruff, lifting him with ease. He barely weighed what he should have at his age.
Turning she looked down at his sister, she was tired but held so much fire as she was determined to walk all the way there. These kittens were so tough, they definitely held ShadowClan blood within their veins. Grunting softly to softly prompt the molly to follow her. The walk was slow and she knew that her granddaughter was hurting from the limp on her step, pupils narrowing slightly as she carried her grandson. FearedJackal was lucky that she was currently leading the kits back home or else she would have already murdered him. Brother fell asleep swiftly from his gently sway under her chin, her long tail lightly touching Sisters back to silently warn the molly to stay near her. They were getting close to camp. Smirking softly as the sounds of others were reaching her, but she didn’t dare stop as the guards at the entrance of the camp stared at her in question but they didn’t dare stop the molly, only looking at the kits in curiosity. Her tail was still touching her granddaughters back, making sure the feisty she-cat was near her. “Why do you have kits, Blackleopard?” A young apprentice asked, her eyes wide and curious while Blackleopard lowered her chin and tenderly placed her grandson upon the ground and licked his ears gently to coax him awake. “Lilypaw, is my son here?” She asked, her voice was sickly sweet but held warning as the young she-cat shuffled her paws. “Uh, yes… he’s speaking with the deputy.” She muttered softly as Blackleopard lifted her chin, dark orange eyes roaming the camp before she spotting the large and dark black figure in the distance. “Fetch him.” She ordered, watching Lilypaw scamper off, while she turned her gaze towards Sister. “We will meet with the leader of this Clan, he does not like sharp tongues like I do. Try to be respectful, his name is Hornetstar.” She explained with a soft smile, although her ears twitched as a deep and smooth voice reached her ears. “Kits mother?” FearedJackal questioned, his sterling grey eyes looking down at the small kits. He was a very tall and broad tomcat, his fur was an inky black with a single grey patch on his chin. “I could say the same thing, FearedJackal. Mind explaining?” His mothers tone was sweet but sharp, causing his brows to furrow slightly before he looked back down at the kittens, he was clearly oblivious, even while looking down at Brother.August 25, 2020 at 12:44 am #7929
If it were possible, throughout the short journey Sister managed to get tenser and tenser. By the time they’d arrived at camp every muscle in her tiny body was drawn tight and ready to explode at the slightest hint of danger. Sister felt flickers of confusion and rage bubble up inside at the mention of a familiar name… ‘Fearedjackal.’ Sister looked up from where she’d been studying camp, wanting not to engage in conversation with ‘Lilypaw’, and stared at the tall black tom that’d approached. He had a patch of grey on his chin, and deep blue eyes that bordered on purple
“You’re not that smart, are you?” Sister said blandly, eyes narrowed sharply. “Brother,” she prompted, nudging her sleepy brother’s side. “Mama always talked about a black jackal she met roaming near her city’s woods. She seemed mighty impressed by it.” Sister’s tone of voice clearly implied she wasn’t dazzled at all with Fearedjackal the way Mother had been. And if her words weren’t enough to prompt Fearedjackal’s memory, then perhaps her brother could. Sister never was a great speaker, but she made up for it with her physical and strategic strengths.August 26, 2020 at 1:14 pm #7943
~S M O K E~
Soft, rhythmic laps slowly woke him up, and he opened his eyes with a groan. He had just fallen asleep and now he was being forced to waken again? However, it wasn’t hard for him to seem more alive when he noticed they were in a strange clearing with several other cats eyeing both he and his sister. Brother stood up and pressed against Sister, trying hard not to shake with fright but he found it quite hard. He had missed the name of the slightly larger she-cat that Blackleopard sent away, and he definitely didn’t catch the name of the much larger tom with the dark fur that looked down at him and Sister. Mother? “She wasn’t a good mother,” Brother said with a surprisingly fierce tone. He looked down at the ground and twitched his ears when Sister spoke in his ear. Yes, their mother had said those exact words.
He looked back up and tilted his head. So, this was him, huh? “Yes, she was impressed by it, and I believe she said his name was Fearedjackel.” He looked their father in the eyes. If he had a tail, it would have lashed. “Hello, father. We found you.” He was hoping this Fearedjackel tom would be over the moon with joy at the prospect of having kits. Brother could just imagine being cuddled and cared for with food and water readily available for him. He never had the tender love and care from their mother who had eventually attacked him. Would it be different with Fearedjackal?August 26, 2020 at 1:40 pm #7944
FearedJackal ~ ShadowClan Warrior
The fierce light from his mother’s orange eyes caused him to pause as she demanded an answer, causing his deep eyes to lower back onto the kits that huddled at her paws. The little female looked nothing like him, but her pelt was familiar enough to poke at a few memories of a similar rogue molly at the border. She had been in heat and he had been in desperate need of comfort after the passing of his mate. FearedJackal ignored the little molly, his lips parting as his deep voice thundered. “Your mother didn’t teach you about manners, either. Watch your tongue before I cut it out.” FearedJackal Warned, his facial expression stern and his voice unrelenting, but his eyes were curious as he looked down at Sister. Her eyes were a much paler blue but the fire within her was all him, even her defiant expression and sneer was enough to remind himself of a young black apprentice with all the rage of the clans. However, as the black and grey kit began to speak, he looked down at his son with a thoughtful expression. The black kit was softer spoke and didn’t have his temper, but this kit was in no question his. Even though he had a green eye, the blue eyes was so deep it almost appeared purple, like his own. The facial structure was near the same, despite the fact that Brother had more grey in his pelt and most of his tail was missing.
“Well?” Blackleopard demanded from her son, who appeared thoughtful as he stepped forward and lowered his head to gaze carefully at each kit. Sister appeared defiant and tough, but he sound see the hesitation and worry in her pale eyes while Brother stared at him with untainted curiosity. Tsking slightly with a click of his tongue, he lifted his eyes once more to glare at his mother. “Go and get Hornetstar.” He ordered softly, but his mother narrowed her eyes as she looked down at her grandkits before looking back at her son. “Why?” She demanded, her tail lashing with irritation. FearedJackal stared emotionlessly at his mother before he sighed. “Because my kits will be joining this clan and I need to let Hornetstar be aware.” He growled, which caused Blackleopard to blink in surprise. So he was claiming the kits? Hesitating only momentarily, Blackleopard lowered her head and smiled at the kits. “I will be right back, darlings. Your father will stay here with you… bear with him.” She warned, glancing towards her son once before she began to walk in the direction of the leaders den.
FearedJackal stared down at his kits for a moment, slightly irked that the useless molly never bothered to tell him that she had been expecting his kits. They looked rough, matted and dirty fur, dried blood tickled the back of his throat and the fact that Cherry… Chesty… whatever the hell her name was, wasn’t present. Clearly meant they had been on their own, their flanks were skinny and that bothered him. A few curious cats stepped forward to sniff the kittens but FearedJackal instantly stepped forward, his glare surprising to others as they stepped back. “What are your names?” He asked as he looked down at the kits, his expression softening but not allowing any emotion to betray his thoughts.August 27, 2020 at 10:29 am #7957
~S M O K E~
When their supposed father snapped at Sister, the little tom couldn’t help but bush out his mottled gray coat, his bi-colored eyes lighting up with fire that hadn’t been seen before. His sister cared for him more than anyone had, and not even his father could get away with threatening to cut her tongue out. He pressed against Sister, no longer focused on the exhaustion that had consumed him earlier, praying to the clouds that Fearedjackel didn’t actually mean his threat and would keep Sister’s tongue in place. His ears flattened to the back of his head when Blackleopard rushed to get the strange-named cat they were speaking of. Hornetstar. Who would want to be named after a flying bug? Then, reality sunk in when he heard his father say that he and Sister would be joining the Clan. No more journeying?
Brother looked up at Fearedjackel and relaxed slightly, now believing that the threat was as harmless as a fly, and he looked at his sister that would walk away with her tongue in place. “We made it,” he whispered to her, pride shining in his eyes for how strong she was. Brother had so badly wanted to lay down at night and stay there forever, but his brave sister pushed him to keep moving every morning and it got them to their destination. It had been a long moon.
The gray kitten lowered his head and looked up at their looming father, his eyes bouncing back and forth between the kits with thoughtful curiosity. A couple of strange cats pressed forward to sniff he and his sister, trying to get a good scent of where they came from, and he once again pressed against Sister, his tiny legs shaking. Please don’t let them eat us. He relaxed when Fearedjackel shooed them away, but then his question stumped the little tom. Names? They didn’t really have any names, did they? “Well, I call her Sister and she calls me Brother. Our mother never really called us anything.” Except mistakes or disappointments. A warm and inviting scent wafted from a pile of prey in the corner of the clearing they had been brought to, and Brother’s eyes instantly zoomed in on the lizards, frogs, birds, and mice.
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