We're part of a story, part of a tale. We're all on this journey, no one is to stay. Where ever it's going. What is the way?
Warrior Cats is een rollenspel gebaseerd op de serie 'Warriors' van Erin Hunter. Je verkent hier al schrijvend de geliefde wereld van de Clankatten, rogues en kittypets. Dit doe je door je eigen karakter aan te maken, waarbij je bijna alles zelf mag bepalen over uiterlijk en karakter. Wild of tam, goed of slecht, sociaal of eenling? Help jij oorlogen te voorkomen? Of ben je een van de katten die hongerig opzoek is naar een groter territorium en meer macht? Het kan allemaal op Warrior Cats.
KIND OF WEATHER
Greenleaf, 18 °C - 35°C
Het water staat nog steeds hoog, maar de temperaturen stijgen als maar meer. De Clans krijgen geen tijd om te wennen aan de warmte.
Onderwerp: Down in the dumps di 24 dec 2019 - 23:18
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The rain pounded down relentlessly on the gray tiles of the twoleg place. With wide amber eyes, Wyvern watched, taking shelter in a trash can that toppeled over. Even though she took cover however, strong gusts of winds still whipped the downpour in her face from time to time, leaving droplets to run down her whiskers. Feeling pangs of hunger gnaw at her insides, she looked down at the sky. It had been a long while since she found anything good in the trash cans and her ribs poked out under her thinning fur. "Mrow?" she chirruped quietly, hoping that someone, anyone would come and pick her up. Shivering, she shuffled with her feet, trying to warm her cold pads. It would be anytime that her housefolk would come back for her, right? They were just gone.. for a while, right?..
It wasn't weird for her and Snorri to be out together. Rather, they were inseparable. A lot of times they would be out together, sometimes simply walking around, sometimes with a purpose, like hunting. Or tease some kittypets. Or, her favourite thing to do, tease the dogs in the twolegs houses. They were locked up anyway and she was pretty sure that she could handle them if she must. That was what they were trained for anyway weren't they?? They were being trained to kill cats, dogs, whatever. As long as they would be good enough for the elite, right? Rain was pouring from the sky, but she didn't care. Snorri hated the rain, that much she knew. Snorri really, really hated rain or cold weather. But it was either finding shelter, or just walk back to the camp. Knowing her brother, he'd rather have the first one. As he wanted to get out of the rain as soon as possible probably. She looked at her brother and sighed softly as she looked around. Unless they wanted to take shelter in garbage cans, there wasn't a lot to hide from the rain. "Mrow?" She frowned at the sound, before stopping and looking at her brother. That didn't sound right. Like a lost kitten or something. They might be elite, but they weren't heartless. She had seen how twolegs had beaten cats, throwing them onto the street. That was how the elite had started after all. A group of cats that were thrown out of their house. "Did you hear that, Snorri?" She said with a frown on her face. Would Snorri even care? Probably not, it was still a mystery to her how she loved her brother so much.
Onderwerp: Re: Down in the dumps wo 25 dec 2019 - 0:25
darling, you look like you can kill
Oh, how he hated the rain. He didn't mind a wet paws in a lovely summers day, but he did hate the way the cold water crawled down his spine, soaking every part of his skin. He hated the way the drops stung in his face. His fur was bristled up and he had his ears pinned down as he walked alongside his sister, moaning every step of the way. ‘It's cold,’ he muttered. Then, after just a few steps he would say things like: ‘I hate this,’ with a grim face, or perhaps: ‘Why did you even want to go out?’ It was always his Sigrúns fault anyway. But suddenly the smell in the air seemed to change. He perked his ears up when he heard a soft mrowing. It sounded only a few tail-lengths away. His sister heard it too, asking if he did as well. He only nodded, tasting the air. It was hard to discover a scent in the heavy rainfall, but eventually he did. But it wasn't the elite. No, it was those of a complete stranger. ‘It sounded as it came from around there.’ He pointed his tail at a toppled-over trash can. His curiosity took over as he padded over towards the trash can. And when he took a glimpse inside, he was pleasantly surprised. A small, mottled she-cat! The ribs poked out trough her fur and she looked just horrible. His eyes lighted up and a crooked smile formed on his lips. He took a glance over his shoulder. ‘Oh, Sigrún, you have to come and look,’ he meowed amused, facing the starved she-cat again. ‘She's pretty.’
Onderwerp: Re: Down in the dumps wo 25 dec 2019 - 0:33
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At first she thought that she had imagined it. The sound of voices? Was it really true? Wyvern perked up her ears, whiskers trembling, while she tried to determine whether she could see shapes in the rain. But after that, she shook her head, scattering the droplets that clung to her whiskers. No one in the right mind would be out in this kind of whether. So, trembling, she sunk to her belly, allowing the filthy water that collected itself in the bottom of the trashcan to soak her soft bellyfur. She remembered that it once had been coloured white, but now only grimy grey hues saturated her fur. She trembled, her paws feeling slightly numb due to the cold. She resisted the urge to wail for her mother, she had already tried that before. Nobody came.
Except that this time, somebody actually appeared. Wyvern's eyes rounded when a cat appeared, first barely discernable in the rain, but quickly getting clearer with each pawsteps. Her ears folded back slightly and hint of fear sparked in her gaze. She had been attacked before by some cats who did not like her picking at their scraps, but the cat did not attack. She tilted her head slightly, with bewilderment and confusion in her gaze, blinking her wide amber eyes. Did he call her pretty? She had been called pretty before.. Her mother always called her pretty. But was she pretty now? She gazed down at her grimy, stained fur. Maybe she could be pretty again. "Hello sir.." She tried, hesitantly. Her voice was hoarse, croaky. She clearly was in bad shape.
Yup... Her brother was constantly complaining to her. What a surprise, not. She should've known from the start that her brother would start whining to her. Every other step her brother would be moaning in her ear how much he hated this and how cold it was. She knew better than to respond, because her brother was a stubborn mule. Like really, he was an ass, a donkey's ass. The fact the she still loved him was probably the greatest gift he had ever gotten. Otherwise he would've been all by his lonesome. The tom was a selfish cat, a little bit like her, but he was definitely worse. Everything that wasn't up to his standards was already something he would drop. It was a wonder itself that her brother still loved her. When she asked the tom is he heard the soft mrowl as well, the tom nodded, before sniffing the air. Rain would make it hard to recognize the scent, but it wasn't completely impossible for them to pick up the scent. 'It sounded as it came from around there.' the tom-cat said, pointing towards the fallen garbage cans. Why would a kittypet stay there instead of their warm home? An elite member wouldn't shelter in a freaking garbage can and rogues wouldn't even dare to come here. But before she could even try to speak with her brother about their plan, her brother already started to walk towards the other cat. "Snorri, you- Geez!" She muttered, sighing. Why was her brother such an idiot? Honestly, what did she do to deserve this tom? 'Oh, Sirgrún, you have to come and look," Her brother told her with an amused tone in his voice. She frowned deeply at the tone, mostly when her brother used that tone she had to prepare herself for looking at something disgusting. 'She's pretty.' This made her frown even deeper. She slowly walked over to the other tom and looked over to see a she-cat sitting in the garbage can. A younger cat, grimy, disgusted, skin and bones. "Stop it, you perv." She growled as she pushed him away from the garbage can with her paw, before she sat down in front of the younger she-cat. "He didn't do anything to you, did he?" She asked the in-badly-shape she-cat. She was barely skin and bones, probably starving to death as they spoke. "Tell me, little one, when was the last time you have eaten?" she said calmly to the she-cat, totally ignoring her idiot brother.
Onderwerp: Re: Down in the dumps wo 25 dec 2019 - 1:18
darling, you look like you can kill
The red and white tom did not care for his sister's muttering. He just did what he wanted to do. And that was to approach the trashcan immediately. Why wait when is was obviously not that dangerous. There were two of them, and he doubted more then one cat would seek shelter in a trashcan. They were outnumbering the stranger. And they could fight, with claws and teeth. Snorri was surprised the strange she-cat wasn't more afraid of him. She just seemed... confused. She was obviously not from around here. Even a kittypet would be afraid of two elite members, even if they were young-ones. So he just stared at her with interest is his eyes. When she called him sir, his whiskers trembled in amusement. Oh, he liked that. Sir. That was a proper titel! He wanted to answer the unworldly she-cat, but he was soon pushed aside by his annoying sister. ‘Hey!’ he exclaimed indignantly. He shook his head in disbelieve as he heard what his sister said. ‘Of course I didn't touch her. What do you think of me?’ he snorted irritated. When would his sister learn that some things were just jokes. Clearly she just looked awful, far from pretty with her hollow sides and her dirty fur. He brushed past his sister and nestled in the trashcan that quickly became cramped. It wasn't much, but at least he was sheltered from the everlasting rain. He rolled his eyes when his sister asked a stupid question again. ‘Clearly not for days, just look at her, Sigrún,’ he meowed annoyed. ‘She could use a mouse or two,’ he then said when he shamelessly poked in the strange cat's ribs. There was no fat on her bones. Couldn't she take care of herself?
Onderwerp: Re: Down in the dumps wo 25 dec 2019 - 1:31
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When a second cat arrived, padding through the sheets of rain, her instincts started to kick in through the haze of her mind. She blinked once, twice, her eyes like full moons, while she regarded the two cats who moved in the trash can beside her. They looked so incredibly similar that the second one had to talk before Why realised that she wasn't seeing duplicates of the same cats. Were they siblings? Why wondered vaguely in her mind. She could not muster the energy to linger on these thoughts and felt quite alarmed with two larger cats in close proximity. Her tail tip started twitching and her breath hitched from time to time while her gaze fluttered from one face to the other one.
Rain pounded on the trash can, resounding heavily in the uncomfortable shelter. Yet, Why had to wonder whether she had to trade it for the rain. "I had some human scraps from a can like this three sunrises ago Miss.." Why mewed quietly, "If this is your can I can leave it if you want.." She shuffled her paws nervously and her pelt pricked along her spine. Maybe it was even better not to eat scraps, as the scraps of a few days ago had made her violently ill. Did it even count as a meal if she hadn't been able to keep it down? When the other one jabbed her at the ribs she recoiled and hissed slightly out of fear. Did these two want to hurt her as well? She flattened her ears and narrowed her eyes, ready to bolt if she had to. Still, unease crept in her mind when she realized that she would not be able to run so far. If only her humans would come back for her...
It wasn't like her brother would listen to her otherwise. He never listened to her anyway. He never had as well. If only he would listen to her one day he would actually get friends or something close to that. Buddies? Maybe. She should hit him for real one time, but on the other paw, he was still her brother. And she still cared for him like he still cared for her. At least, that was what she hoped. She was already done with his antics and pushed him away from the younger she-cat. He was a perv, with his weird comments. Sometimes it disgusted her, but this time, she could let it slide. When this little one would be fixed up she would definitely be a pretty girl, but right now? She was disgusting. Coaked with dirt. 'Hey!' The tom exclaimed, to which she just rolled her eyes. Drama queen to the max, that was what her brother was. Mister drama queen. 'Of course I didn't touch her. What do you think of me?' her brother snorted, obviously irritated, but when wasn't he irritated? He already was irritated because of the weather, wasn't he? The younger she-cat looked confused at her and her brother. When you saw the two of them in the blink of an eye, they weren't different at all. But then you see the details, like the red spot above Snorri's eye and their eye colours. Then you knew which one of the two you had in front of you. "I had some human scraps from a can like this three sunrises ago Mis.." the kitty softly said, to which her mouth almost fell open. Three? How was she even still standing? "If this is your can I can leave it if you want.." She said, shuffling around on her paws, definitely nervous. 'Clearly not for days, just look at her, Sigrún,' Her brother said annoyed. Of course mister had to speak about it. She could see that, but if she managed to eat today, she wouldn't bother. Which had not been the case. Three sunrises, even when the kitty had a home? She must be a stray now. 'She could use a mouse or two,' her brother said, poking into the ribs of the other cat. She took a deep breath and glared for a second to her brother. The she-cat recoiled and hissed at Snorri. She rolled with her eyes and sighed deeply. Why was her brother such an idiot? "Calm down. Snorri back off. You're scaring her." she almost barked at her brother. Geez, how much did he want to scare her? "This is not our can. But we can provide some prey for you to eat." She calmly said to the she-cat. "My name is Sigrún, that idiot over there is Snorri."
Onderwerp: Re: Down in the dumps do 26 dec 2019 - 22:38
darling, you look like you can kill
Why the siblings were always together, was a big question mark for the young tom as well. They always bickered, and they had obviously quite different opinions about the matter at hand. Snorri liked to tease the skinny stray, who had just told that she had a meal three sunrises ago and even offered to leave. Snorri laughed mockingly. She still had a lot to learn if she ever wanted to take care of herself. It was eat or be eaten, but she seemed quite clueless about life on the streets. Which you could expect, judging her state. But Snorri could barely enjoy the she-cats reaction, because his sister hissed at him immediately. Scaring her. Tsk, she could handle a little prod to the side! ‘I'm not scaring her!’ he meowed irritated. ‘I'm not, am I?‘ he asked the neglected she-cat. But to his surprise Sigrún wanted to help her. Now he glanced worrying at her. They couldn't help every poor unfortunate soul they found in the rain! The were elite, they had to take care of themselves, because nobody else did. They were fortunate enough to be born in the elite and always had a roof over their heads. Now they were training to become strong members of the elite one day. Snorri was certain he would pass the assessment with ease. He glanced at his sister, who was so politely introducing them. ‘Can we provide? We can't help every stray, Sigrún,’ he whispered in her ear. He glared again at the mottled she-cat. She did seem hopelessly lost. She wouldn't survive winter by herself. It was a pity for her pretty face, but that was life. Did Sigrún become soft?
Onderwerp: Re: Down in the dumps vr 27 dec 2019 - 12:24
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Her brain started to get more hazy by the second, or at least, it felt that way. Her stomach felt like a void and the drumming of the rain on the trash can felt hypnotizing to the she-cat. Maybe if she just went to sleep.. then she would wake up back at her housefolk's place. Yes.. sleep sounded nice when the two cats would go and leave. Then she wouldn't feel hungry. But for now, Wyvern felt slightly threatened. She shivered and allowed her gaze to flit back and forth again, following the two cats with her eyes. Especially when the tom poked her, she started to get more scared. She was not sure whether she liked them. "No," she mewed, slightly defensive at the tom-cat. She was not scared! She was very brave! Still, her ears angled back and she followed his every move.
That feeling of distrusted melted away like snow in the morning sun however when the she-cat started talking of food. Her dull eyes rounded when she thought over the prospect. "Food? Oh! Are you sure?" She mewed, her voice slightly pitchy with excitement. "My name is.. My name is Wyvern!" It was Wyvern right? And those two cats were.. Snorri and Sigrun, odd names, but she was able to overlook that. Especially if they would bring food!
Even she herself wondered a lot of times why she was even bothering to tend to her brother. They were so different, but in the end they wanted the same. They wanted to become good members of the elite. It was that simple. But this little girl right in front of them? Maybe Snorri couldn’t see her potential, but Sigrún could see her potential. And that was the whole reason she wanted to get this young she-cat to the elite. She was dumped by her owners, for who knows what kind of reason, but she had seen cats like these. The features were all there. She had heard stories of these cats, who would become as large as dogs. She had seen them in the houses of the twolegs. Cobra would be proud of her to bring this she-cat to the elite. She was young, still influenceable and with the two of them saving her—she would be indebted to them. It was the perfect scenario. Worst case she would be the worst member. ’I’m not scaring her!’ The tom-cat said irritated to her, before pointing his attention to the she-cat. ’I’m not, am I?’ She’d rather not even try to scare the young she-cat. ”No,” The she-cat said, slightly defensive. Oh how much she wanted to strangle her brother sometimes.
But she promised the she-cat food. She was thrown away by her twolegs, literally. Because she lived in a freaking dumpster now. They could offer her shelter, a way to learn how to survive. That should be more than interesting for the weak she-cat in front of her. ”Food? Oh! Are you sure?” the voice of the she-cat sounded a little bit excited, she should be. Not eating for three days was not that good for a young cat. ”My name is.. My name is Wyvern!” She nodded, just to let the other she-cat know that she understood, but she couldn’t respond, because her brother was already whispering in her ear. ’Can we provide? We can’t help every stray, Sigrún,’ She had to refrain herself from rolling with her eyes. She smiled towards the she-cat. ”Don’t worry, you’ll soon be alright.” She calmly said to the she-cat. ”Excuse us for a second, Wyvern. I have to talk to my brother for a bit.” She told Wyvern, before turning around and with a whip of her head she pointed for her brother to come a bit with her.
”Listen. I know we can’t save every damn stray and I don’t intend to.” She growled softly, so Wyvern couldn’t her. Her back towards the other she-cat so she couldn’t even see her face expressions. ”But listen to me. I’ve seen her kind. She shows all the features of the big cats from the house on the corner with the chickens. Remember those huge cats in the house?” She said with glowing greenish eyes towards her brother. If she would become a good Elite member, they would be praised for getting her in the elite. ”What if the Elite had such a big cat? She’s dumped by her twolegs. She had nowhere to go. She has been neglected by other cats as well.” A smirk started to form on her face and she slowly licked her lips. Couldn’t he see that? ”She has potential. She would be indebted to us. Wouldn’t you like it if she would follow you around?” He would definitely like that, right? They wouldn’t even have to do a lot. ”Cobra would be so pleased.” She purred softly to her brother.
Onderwerp: Re: Down in the dumps zo 29 dec 2019 - 19:07
darling, you look like you can kill
Snorri looked very pleased with himself when the stray meowed that she wasn't scared. The look on his sisters face was very amusing too. He purred shortly when he looked from the mottled she-cat, to his sister. ‘Told you so,’ he said teasingly. But after his fun, the situation became more grim. He didn't want to take care of a stranger. He only shared his prey with his sister, but he wasn't the tom to just hand oud charity. Their whole damn clan didn't do charity, why should they? What could they possibly gain from giving away food? Sigrún clearly had an idea, a plan.
After the she-cat got excited about food, her mouth almost watering by the thought of it, and introducing herself. Snorri understood why Sigrún would feel pity for her. She was still a kit. And well, she-cats loved kits. That was why they were she-cats. But his sister reassured that she would be fine, kindly saying that they would take care of her, but that she had to talk to him first. He narrowed his eyes with interest. What had she planned? Obviously something she didn't want Wyvern to hear. Reluctantly he followed her, but bowed his head to hers. Sigrún urged him to listen. He rolled his eyes, but he expected much from her now. He tilted his head a bit when she said she looked liked the kittypets that lived by the house with the chickens. Hij glanced over his shoulder, looked intently at the skinny she-cat. He frowned, then looked back at Sigrún. ‘Yeah, she does a bit. But how can you be sure?’ he muttered under his breath. But then she began to explain how she wanted to take her with them, to become strong in the elite. And he certainly liked the sound of Wyvern being in their dept, that Cobra would be pleased. He purred and a grin formed on his lips. ‘But I like the sound of that,’ he meowed ominously. He saw it in front of him. They, together with their big bodyguard. ‘She would be our pup,’ he said amused. Then he nodded, the excitement in his eyes. ‘I agree. Let's do it. Let's take her home.’
Snorri turned back around to Wyvern. A crooked smile on his face while he looked at her. She did have to gain a lot of weight, but maybe, after fattening up a little bit, she could become strong. He now understood what Sigrún saw. He was afraid that they had to be responsible for her for a while. She had no parents after all, no siblings as far as he knew. Ans she obviously couldn't take care of herself, so they would have to. Annoying, but worth it, hopefully. And otherwise he could blame his sister. He raised his eyebrows for a second. ‘So Wyvern, are you hungry?’ he said with a glint of amusement in his voice. ‘Because we could take you somewhere where you could eat. And where you could learn to hunt for yourself. Would you like that?’
Onderwerp: Re: Down in the dumps ma 30 dec 2019 - 19:58
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Ze had wondered time and time again why she could possibly be abandoned here. She had wailed to the skies, pawed at passerby's only to get kicked at, being chased by dogs and cats alike, and yet, here, these amazing cats presented the tiniest ray of hope to the young she-cat. She swallowed, trying to wetten her tongue who had become dry as sandpaper with the nerves that struck her. Even though she wanted to believe fervently in these two cats, she was still highly tense with the feelings that they might be fooling around. Maybe they would abandon her as well, these tiny, tangible rays of hopes. Her mother had always warned her about strange cats, about following strangers as well, but what would she say if she were to tell her that these two might be her saviours? Then she must approve of it right?
Still, Why was anxious, especially when the two cats turned away from her and started to whisper among themselves. Her bright amber hued eyes widened in distress. They weren't discussing to leave her here right? To laugh at her and to mock her miserable life while she still clung to the hope that her housefolk would come back and pick her up? She would hope so.. Her ears angled backwards while the cogs in her mind started to spin and spin. She licked her lips nervously and shifted her paws in the grime at the bottom of the trash can. She was truly filthy, Why knew that, but after a few days she had given up on trying to wash herself. She was getting grimy again and again without letup and the grime made her ill as well.
Her tufted ears perked up when the twin cats turned back at her, her eyes full of hope and distress at the same time. She followed their every movement like a cornered rabbit, or at least, a rabbit who knew she had no place left to go. Blinking slowly with her moon-round eyes, she waited. The precious few seconds that the wait lasted felt like hours with her waiting to get unevitably disappointed. Very few cats had shown her kindness here at this point. Needlessly to say, her mental cogs came to a sudden stop when the tom-twin decided to throw a wrench in them. Wyvern had to blink once, twice before the words registered in her mind, sluggish by hunger. "You.. you could? I could eat?" She mewed, her voice barely more than a whisper. Her stomach cramped painfully at the thought of food. She wanted to eat so desperately! She was so hungry! "Oh yes, please sir, miss, please.." Her tone became a little more despairing, pleading to the cats in front of her to follow through on their words. She wasn't sure whether she would be able to survive a lot more days like this.
Snorri looked very pleased with himself when the she-cat had told him she wasn’t scared of him. But he was wearing over his eyes or something, because even a kitten could see that she was just trying to come off strong instead of being weak. But fine, if her brother would be pleased with this, fine. She if she cared. ’Told you so,’ Her brother teased her, to which she rolled with her eyes. Her brother was an ass and that would, sadly, never change. He should be grateful that she was there, otherwise he would’ve gotten his ass whooped, multiple times. Especially with that attitude of his. Good thing this idiot brother had a smart big sister who was looking out for him.
Snorri wasn’t so keen on sharing everything, especially food. But she had a plan, something to do with this she-cat that could mean the start of a very good time at the elite. The elite would be so grateful to them. Maybe they would even receive a tooth of a dog as their thanks, that they could keep until they would get a collar to put it on. But to be fair, by the time this Wyvern cat would be use to the elite, they would have gotten their collar already. So she wasn’t scared to admit that it would take a while, but when she would be useful for the elite… Cobra would praise them for bringing her in. ’Yeah, she does a bit. But how can you be sure?’ her brother muttered under his breath, to which the corners of her mouth started to come up a bit. ”Don’t you see the muzzle? The huge ears? She has that blood. And if not, we don’t get any problems. Worst case scenario she gets kicked out.” She told her brother calmly. It wasn’t like because they brought her there that they would suffer the consequences. That was for the she-cat herself. ’But I like the sound of that,’ her brother mewed ominously, to which she grinned to her brother. See? Always listen to your sister, because she had the best ideas. It wouldn’t hurt them in any way, they only had to share some food with her. That was all. ’She would be our pup,’ her brother said amusingly. She nodded and a sly grin came on her face. She knew her brother would like the sound of her words. It was just a shame that he wasn’t able to think about it himself, that would be a far better combination. But fine, luckily she had inherited the brains. ’I agree. Let’s do it. Let’s take her home.’ Home. To the elite. She would have a home again, one that wouldn’t leave her. If she had to leave she would only be able to leave in one way: death.
Snorri was the first one who turned around back to Wyvern, but Sigrún followed quickly. She had a calm smile on her face, but she knew the look on Snorri’s face. He could honestly make it or break this all. ’So Wyvern, are you hungry?’ she could just hear the amusement in her brothers voice. Other would just catch a glimpse of it, but him being her brother, she just knew. ’Because we could take you somewhere where you could eat. And where you could learn to hunt for yourself. Would you like that?’ Good, her brother was doing a great job so far. As long as they wouldn’t say things like killing other cats, they would be okay. They would be totally fine. ”You.. You could? I could eat?” The she-cat mewed at her brothers words, while she just sat down and watched the two of them interact. She shouldn’t do everything right? She already had the idea, so her brother could do more than just talk. ”Oh yes, please sir, miss, please..” It was a little more desperate, but she liked how the words sounded. Oh, she could beg some more, but not now. Another time maybe. She stood up again and walked towards the she-cat, before sitting down closer to her. ”We would be more than happy to help you, little one.” She said with a warm voice to the young she-cat, before looking at Snorri. ”Snorri, could you catch something for her? You’re such a good hunter, you probably have more luck than I would have.” She said with a soft smile on her face, but her eyes who were pointed directly at her brother spoke more than a thousand words. Better get to it. ”And in the meantime we’ll get you cleaned up, how does that sound little one? You’ll feel much better after a good bath.” She told the she cat with a soft smile on her face. It was a matter of bonding right now, a matter of getting the little kitten to trust them. And she didn’t trust Snorri with the task of doing that. Plus, this kitten had been abandoned, she couldn’t abandon her to hunt, she would lose the trust in them completely. Besides, her brother needed some time alone anyway in her eyes.
Onderwerp: Re: Down in the dumps ma 30 dec 2019 - 20:51
darling, you look like you can kill
Sigrún was certain. This she-cat was the descendant of some great cats. She had big ears, yeah sure, and the muzzle was a bit different. Snorri believed her pretty quickly. More because he wanted to believe her. He wanted his little pup, the big she-cat that he would be responsible of bringing to the elite. He could receive a bit of glamorous life of being a good member, one with many dog teeth. He wanted that! Life was already unfair, being the son of an ex-leader wasn't the best start. But he would become even better. He would become leader someday and life out his days. Like Claw.
Snorri could see the eyes of Wyvern light up with the promise of fresh-kill. He purred softly with his pleased grin on his face. She almost begged him for food. It was even better then he could imagine. It was too perfect. He could give her a bit of food, and she would have saved her life. He could bring that up for the rest of her life. It would be marvelous. He nodded. Happy to help. Sigrún was perfect in her role of caring sister. But then she soon ordered him to fetch some fresh-kill. In this horrible weather? He could here the clattering of the rain on the top of the bin and he saw the droplets splashing up from the ground. He wanted to argue, but he soon swallowed his pride. It was for a good cause. Maybe he could find some mice seeking shelter in a dry, warm spot. ‘Of course, I'd be happy to do that,’ he said in a forced, happy voice. He then turned away, after his sister promised she would get Wyvern cleaned up. Yes, smart. She would not be allowed to be taken into camp looking like a rogue. ‘See you in a minute,’ he said as he walked in the rain. He soon quickened his pace and started running in search of a dry place. After a while he found an abandoned shed and he wriggled himself through a small crack in the wood. It was dusty and the wind breezed through. But he did hear the scratching of tiny nails on the wooden floor. He dropped in a hunter crouch. These mice were slow and in a matter of minutes he caught two fat mice. Holding them by their tails, he started the grim journey back to the trash can where the two she-cats would be waiting for him.
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She was tense, her mouth watering at the thought of delicious food. She was confused at the notion of hunting though. The young she-cat had only gotten kibble before, clattering in her bowl when her housefolk saw fit to feed her. These cats were able to catch their own food. The prospect alone amazed Wyvern. The only decent food she had been able to get this week was from a local market afterall. A human had thrown her a fish from a distant. But when she kept coming back to the stall, she was eventually chased away. Perhaps it was a one time kindness only. She followed the tom-cat, Snorri, with a curious glint in her eyes, not daring to intervene in the conversation between the siblings. She did not want to annoy them in the slightest after all, perhaps they would abandon her then anyway! "Thank you," she mewled, chastising herself mentally for sounding so weak. She was a big, strong cat! Just like them!
She turned her gaze towards Sigrún, the twin-sister and tilted her head slightly. She had attempted to clean herself many times, but the grime of the trash can was filthy and she got grubby again within a manner of hours. Thus, she was kind of apprehensive. "I would love to miss.. But I cleaned myself before and I got really filthy again from the bin.. I would not want to waste your efforts.." Her ears twitched nervously while she gave herself a few, self-conscious licks over her chest. The normally white hairs were gray and sticky with muck. She hated it, she hated being so disheveled and nasty. Still, she was able to get the specific patch white again. Bleck.
She knew that Snorri would rather come into the bin and stay there, poking around with the smaller she-cat. But in her eyes it would actually be better for him to stay away from the smaller cat for a bit, Sigrún wanted to know what exactly she was dealing with here and—she didn’t trust Snorri to ask the important questions. For a moment she thought her brother was going against her, which wouldn’t be a surprise as it was still raining and the tom-cat despised rain, but the tom-cat seemed to understand that this was important for them to do. She could play the warm she-cat she had been playing so far and for him to suddenly change—no that would be way too suspicious, even if they promised her food and shelter. She was quite glad that she could stay in the bin, she didn’t mind the rain at all, but if she was given a choice she would rather stay in a dry place of course. ’Of course, I’d be happy to do that,’ For her ears his voice sounded obviously forced, but she couldn’t been happier with the words he was saying. For the untrained ears or for cats who didn’t know her brother, it could be quite hard to spot that he was forcing this out of his mouth. Which was honestly already a win, Snorri wasn’t quite the tom-cat that would swallow his pride. But because of the bigger price she had promised to him he would swallow it down. And for that, she was proud. They wouldn’t want to bicker in front of this she-cat would they? Snorri turned around, ready to leave in the rain. ’See you in a minute,’ her brother told them, before walking off. ”Thank you,” Wyvern meowed towards her brother, to which Sigrún just calmly smiled.
Now, back to the main topic. She wanted to clean this little rascal before taking her to the elite. She couldn’t go there all grimy and dirty. Skinny cats wasn’t that weird to see in the elite, especially in this period of the year. Some cats were really bad at hunting and had to beg other cats, or fight other cats, for some prey. If you were really lucky your friends or family would give you some prey to eat. But it was mostly one for themselves. ”I would love to miss.. But I cleaned myself before and I got really filthy again from the bin.. I would not want to waste your efforts..” the smaller she-cat told her, before giving herself a couple of licks over her chest. Well, she didn’t think that she would still live in the dumpsters after they helped her didn’t she? Sigrún looked at the she-cat with empathy, played empathy but hell the she-cat wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. ”Don’t worry, after you’ve eaten we’ll take you to a safe place.” She said with a soft, warm purr in her chest, before licking the top of the younger she-cats head, slowly starting to clean her. ”You won’t be having to live in the dumpsters anymore. We live in a good place, loads of other cats. A nice, soft nest to lay in.” She told her with warm words in between licks. Anything to get this cat to come with them back to the elite. ”Snorri and I learned how to survive there, other cats will help you to survive there.” She continued, before slowly moving to the back of the neck of the younger female. It tasted absolutely disgusting, but fine, as long as they got rewarded in the end it would be fine. She could withstand this.
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darling, you look like you can kill
Snorri hurried back to the trash can. He just felt the icy rain work his way through his pelt to his skin. He hated it. And those two girls were just sharing tongues, while he worked for food. Something he would have to get used to. He was the muscles and Sigrún the voice. When he saw the shiny can in the distance, he raced towards it, mud splashing up in his belly-fur. But he was pretty much soaked anyway, so he didn't care too much. He pushed himself in the entrance, where he spotted Sigrún calmly washing the mottled she-cat. He nodded as greeting and placed the mice in front of Wyvern her paws. He had no idea what the two were talking about, but probably about how great the elite would be. He glanced at Sigrún, blinking slowly and then he smiled to Wyvern. ‘Eat as much as you want. I can always catch more,’ he said, nosing the prey closer towards her. Then he placed himself a bit further from the two she-cats, while beginning to lick his own white fur dry. It looked like they would be here for a while and he hoped the rain would calm down when they would leave. And he wasn't in the mood for a cold, so with long strokes he washed himself. In the mean time he perked his ears up to listen to what Sigrún was telling the young she-cat.
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Why blinked with large eyes at the prospect that the she-cat would bring her to a safe place when everything was over and done with. Was that possible? Was she kidding her? Or was she really going to bring her to a safe space? Her whiskers quivered in anticipation while she was looking for words. Why had been out for so long, chased around by others, that she barely believed that such cats still existed. Cats that would help her like her mother always would. "A safe place.." the skinny she-cat whispered, almost like she was afraid that she would chase the offer away by speaking too loudly, staring into the distance dreamily and interrupting her grooming. The muck she had gotten into her fur tasted foul, but she was able to forget it temporarily. Maybe she would be able to find another warm family with these kind cats... She would be save and loved and wouldn't need her housefolk anymore. When Sigrún started grooming her head, she finally felt how tired she was. She had been running for so long and had been on high alert because she hadn't felt safe. Now someone was kindly grooming her and purring, exhaustion washed over her. Weakly, Why started purring and curled up against Sigrún, allowing her to groom her. Perhaps she had found a new home.. Tiredly, she listened to the promises that Sigrún whispered to her, of a soft nest, lots of cats to be with, completely captivated as if the she-cat was singing her a lullaby. "I want to go there.." she whispered quietly, sleepily.
She perked up her ears when she heard Snorri return. Her senses immediately went into overdrive when she smelled something she didn't know, but smelt so good at the same time. Cautiously, she approached the mice, gazing back and forth from Snorri to the mice. At his words, telling her she could eat as much as she want, she decided that this delicious smelling thing, a mouse, was something she could eat. She could eat! It was hers! She dove down on the mouse, tearing chunks of meat from it and chewing it up. She felt so full! She hadn't felt so full in sunrises! Warm feelings of happiness washed over her, so overwhelming that she started to sob softly. "Thank you so much.." she croaked.
A safe place for her to live, that should be one of the best deals Wyvern must’ve ever heard in her life. She knew that she and Snorri should provide for her until she could hunt herself, but she trusted in her plan. She knew that Wyvern could become one of the most fearsome cats the elite had ever known. And if she would become that, Snorri and Sigrún were on the first row. Wyvern would always be indebted to them for the chance she had gotten thanks to them. Most cats would’ve left her to die, same goes for the twolegs that lived here. Otherwise she wouldn’t have been so dirty and skinny. ”A safe place..” The she-cat whispered, to which Sigrún purred loudly as she kept grooming the she-cat. It was kind of like she was getting accepted within their family or something like that. But for a different reason. She hoped that Snorri would leave her be, as she knew the tom-cat could make some stupid remarks. But, so far, so good. As long as she wouldn’t leave the elite as she entered, she would be perfectly fine. Cobra would approve of her as well. Wyvern curled up against her and started purring softly. Now, that was what she had wanted to achieve. The small she-cat was definitely starting to trust her, which meant that she won the lottery. Stuff her mouth with some food, clean her fur a bit more, and she would be ready to go to the elite. To learn to hunt and fight. How to kill. ”I want to go there..” Wyvern whispered quietly to her. Sigrún smiled warmly and nodded. ”We’ll take you there.” She promised Wyvern, before placing her tail around the small she-cat.
She already saw Snorri walking towards them. Good. Snorri nodded as a sign of greeting and she smiled calmly at the tom. ”Welcome back, brother.” She told him with a soft smile on her face. This was all a façade, one that would fall gradually as they would enter the elite. Where Wyvern would get to know the real her. The mice were placed in front of Wyvern and even she was quite jealous of the fat mice that Snorri had caught. Her brother was actually capable of doing some things, even if it was against his better judgement. She grinned at her brother as he started to smile to Wyvern. This were things that they were able to do together. Recruit. And Cobra would see the potential within them. ’Eat as much as you want. I can always catch more,’ Her brother told the small she-cat, nosing the prey towards the small she-cat. Wyvern dove onto the mice and Sig watched with fulfilment at the small she-cat, before looking at her brother again and slowly nodding. A sign that she wanted to come with them. That they had sealed the deal. When she started to sob Sigrún looked back at the young she-cat, ”Thank you so much..” Croaked the she-cat. Sig placed her tail over the small she-cat and smiled at her. ”It’s not a problem, Wyvern.” She told her softly. ”That’s what family does.” She said, before glancing over to Snorri.