The future's in your paws. Shape it well.Roleplay in a cat Clan of warriors. Based off the Warriors series by Erin Hunter. Takes place in an AU before the cats in the books existed.
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Subject: heart for brains [C] Sun 12 Nov 2023 - 9:03
Silverpaw
The nights were growing longer as leaf-fall deepened, leaf-bare imminent on the horizon. The extra hours of darkness weren't the only thing to make every night feel miserably longer: the frustration and hunger and helplessness turned every hour into two. Silverpaw padded into camp, steps heavy as they often were now. A rat hung between his teeth, a vagrant from Carrionplace fat with refuse. He tossed it onto the fresh-kill pile as his patrol returned to camp, spitting once it'd left his mouth. He was proud to have caught something, and grateful that at least one belly would be full with it, but even in this desperate season he found the rodents discussing. Silverpaw started to step away before he cast a brief look toward the nursery and spied a small body sitting nearby. Turning back to the fresh-kill pile, he grabbed a vole one of his patrolmates had caught. It was thin, but still warm with blood failing to pump.
Prey held gently between his teeth, Silverpaw retreated to pad over to the kitten he'd seen: Fernkit, sitting by himself as he often did. Bothering his siblings was a good way to lighten his mood. He hoped they liked him as much as he did them. Shaking out his ruff, Silverpaw finished his approach, dropping the vole at Fernkit's paws before stooping low to be at eye level with him. "Hey," he said warmly, with a little puff of air to ruffle Fernkit's whiskers. "Eat anything tonight?"
Subject: Re: heart for brains [C] Mon 13 Nov 2023 - 23:00
Fernkit
Logical : Independent : Curious : Reserved
Text, Thoughts, and "Speech."
OOC:
Silverpaw had always seemed big to little Fernkit, but Silverpaw was extra big when inches from his face. Two pairs of green eyes watched each other curiously, one of which squinted against his brother’s blow of air. Fernkit blinked with wide, dark eyes again. Why are you here? he wondered until Silverpaw answered with a question. “Yes. Momblossom made sure I ate.” He looked down at the vole and laid a paw on top of its small, plump body, a subtle mimicry of when Wolfkit had been pinned down during their first meeting. “What will happen if there is no more food, Silverpaw? What will happen when we can’t eat anymore?”
He understood that cats- or at least that kittens needed to eat prey or milk to grow bigger and become stronger. That’s why warriors spent all of their time hunting like Silverpaw just had. It seemed those who didn’t eat became the opposite. They became weak and sickly. Fernkit wondered if those were the only consequences, or if eventually, all hungry cats would share the same state as the dead vole beneath his paw. His gaze lifted back to Silverpaw’s bright eyes.
Subject: Re: heart for brains [C] Wed 29 Nov 2023 - 11:34
Silverpaw
Silverpaw nodded at the answer, leaning back so his amused huff at the diminutive Momblossom didn't disturb Fernkit's fur again. Settling across from Fernkit, he laid down and tucked his paws under his chest. The question made his ears twitch, head tilting curiously to the side. Fernkit was full of questions, wanting to know everything about everything in the most direct way. Silverpaw understood that; he was the same, though his brother held a lot more of Pineblossom's quiet, inherent intellect than his voracious pursuit of all things new. He wasn't sure if he was meant to answer questions like that--queens seemed insistent on sheltering death from him when he was young, though Meadowlark hadn't cared. Silverpaw was sure Pineblossom would answer, at least; she was always honest.
"We would starve," his simple answer came as his deliberation came to an end. "Food keeps us alive. If all the prey were truly gone, we would die. It would be slow." A low growl from Silverpaw's stomach served to emphasize his point. He gave a sheepish little laugh then unfolded one foreleg so he could place a paw overtop Fernkit's on top of the vole. "That's not going to happen, though," Silverpaw assured, smiling again. "Not while I'm around. I'll catch all the little, sneaky vermin even the best warriors miss."
