A ruddy she-cat plodded through the land on MothClan's side of the tracks, several pieces of fresh-kill already dangling from her mouth. Mouse tails and a single squirrel tail swayed gently as she dipped her head to the ground in an attempt to sniff at it. She quickly drew her head back up at a nearby rustle, and one of the tails flew up so high at the sudden motion that it hit her in the eye. The she-cat dropped all of the fresh-kill with an alarmed squeak.
Debris was not the first cat most would think of when asked what a prey-snatching trespasser from the Anti-Clan Alliance might look like. Sure, she'd left her scented pouch in her nest, and the marks of a rougher life weren't absent in her appearance, but she was about the furthest thing from a dangerous rogue that one could find. Maybe that's why Scorpio had sent her. Or maybe he just had nobody else left to ask. The loner didn't mind either way. Her thoughts had drifted to a nice pattern she'd once seen on the side of a dumpster, and she'd forgotten completely about the rustling sound.
Stuffing the prey back into her mouth, the she-cat continued to amble deeper into clan territory with a twitching pink nose and a slightly sore eye.
The she-cat sniffed at the flower, breathing it’s scent. She grabbed it by the base of the stem and carefully uprooted it from the ground. Borage, newly bloomed, too. The blue petals were not hard to spot, especially with Newleaf here. And thankfully she found some, there was bound to be some kits around soon... hopefully. Before her mood could be dampened, Mottlepool hurried along to search for more.
As she nosed her way through some new undergrowth, she heard a strange noise. Her ears perked up. Maybe it was just a mouse. Even so, even with the borage clouding her nose, an unfamiliar scent reached her nose... and also the scent of prey.
She creeped along, keeping low to the ground. And soon enough, a pelt came into view. It was brown, but ginger in other areas. A trespasser.
Mottlepool had never dealt with trespassers before... and she was the only one out here right now. But she had had her warrior training. She could defend herself if needed, and she certainly wasn’t some scaredy mouse.
She stalked her way ahead of the stranger, whom she also noticed had a lot of fresh kill that had most likely come from MothClan’s territory. Once she was a little ways ahead, she gently rested the borage between her paws and let out a hiss from under some shady foliage. Mottlepool allowed her fur to stand on end and her pupils to become slits, blue eyes glowing in the dark. First she wanted to see if she could simply scare the stranger away but she doubted it was as simple as that.
Debris had gone only a few steps further when she heard another unfamiliar noise and suddenly remembered the first. She couldn't quite identify it, not well-acquainted with the sounds of violence, but it gave her a bad feeling nonetheless. The she-cat paused to look around. That's when she saw it. Two blue glints with black lines inside, floating in an outline of spiked-up fur. A jolt of fright went through her and, as it tended to do when something gave her a shock, the world went dark.
One big thump followed lots of little ones as the she-cat flopped onto the ground, the prey with her. Debris was down for several seconds, then she blinked open brown eyes and rolled over onto her paws, seemingly unfazed. "Oh!" she exclaimed softly. Hooking in the prey, Debris gathered it into a little pile between her paws, like a queen might do with her kits when threatened. "You spooked me. What in the heck are you wearing that bush for?"
Mottlepool was unpleasantly surprised to find the cat before her suddenly fall to the ground. She wasn’t that scary, was she?
She took a few tentative steps out of her hiding spot before the she-cat awoke again and she backed up into the bush again. Her eyes went to the prey the stranger was gathering into her paws as she began to speak. ”You spooked me. What in the heck are you wearing that bush for?"
Not wanting a potential rogue to spot the borage and take it for their own, Mottlepool left it behind as she stepped out into the light. She kept a safe distance from the cat, whom she now noticed rogue scent drifting from. Didn’t look like a rogue, didn’t talk like a rogue... and stealing food from MothClan. Who did this cat think she was?
Mottlepool gave her another hiss, hackles raised. ”You are intruding on MothClan’s territory. Leave, now, and hand over your fresh-kill, which I assume also came from our territory.” the medicine cat ordered her. The black and white she-cat’s stature wasn’t that impressive, just a little shorter than the average cat, but she hoped her fur standing on end made her look at least a little more threatening.
Debris jumped again. Luckily for her, she was now prepared. The only affect the clan cat's harsh attitude had on her was a wobbling lower lip. One of her eyes also teared up slightly, but that was more likely from the close encounter with a mouse tail earlier. "Hey now, you don't have to be pushy! I didn't even cross any fences! Plus, my brother's mate was from a clan, and they have kits, so I'm pretty much... half-clan-aunt, or something like that." Debris's best indignant look, face crinkling and ears flicked to the side, was comical at best.
"Plus, most of it's not from here. Only those two mouses- mouses? Mice! Or, or maybe it was that mouse and that squirrel..?" she jabbed the prey as she spoke. The marks on the necks were not the clean punctures that clan cats would produce, but messy rips that looked almost like a bite had been taken from the throat already. While there was a vague, acrid tang of Twolegplace on the prey, it was too mixed in with MothClan's scent by now to distinguish exactly which pieces it came from, or if it had just rubbed off from Debris. "I brought the rest of it with me."
The she-cat took a few steps back, raking the prey along with her. "Scorpio said that would get the warriors to leave me alone if I didn't find anything here before they caught me. He said if I drop it and run, they'll pick it up instead of chasing me." She smiled, proud of herself for not only finding the place, but remembering his exact instructions. Her smile slipped after a second. She finally began to realize the gravity of the situation. "Oh! Oh, wait. You're a warrior, aren't you?"
Carried Home is a Warriors roleplay forum. We feature four clans - all four of which have futures that heavily depend on what your characters do - as well as a 50 word count minimum on RP posts, and a functioning currency and shop.
While most of the action does center around our four clans, members are also permitted to make loners, rogues, and kittypets. You can also make both StarClan and Dark Forest characters.