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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(OOC: You can find Tortoise's introduction topic here for added context.)
Again, Tortoise found himself blinking awake to the sharp sensation of cold. He had not known cold since his dad had taken him to live with his housefolk. The tom-kit sat up at once, his pelt prickling with alarm and confusion. "Papa?"
It didn't take him longer than a heartbeat to realize that he was outside. He'd known it since he first stirred. The bone-chilling breeze that pierced straight through his fur, the distant bird song, the busy sounds he'd come to know as monsters passing by... it was unmistakable. But why? Why was he waking up outside again? The last time this had happened...
Tortoise squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. He didn't want to think about it. The last time he'd seen his mother, the last time he'd seen his siblings (poor Frog probably thought he'd run off). The last time he'd felt confident. Once he realized he was the one his mother was saying all those things about, that she didn't love him and never had, he'd been pretty shaken. Daily life with his papa had been the best distraction. Now that was gone, too. Why? Did papa believe the same? Now that he thought about it, actually, the housefolk had been arguing a lot the last few days. Maybe they couldn't care for him. Maybe they didn't want to.
His tail drooped. His ears flattened against his head. When he finally gathered the courage to open his eyes again, he found himself staring at a brown wall. Box? The housefolk had always brought a lot of boxes around. He peeked over the edge, holding on to a shred of hope that maybe he was just in their backyard.
Nope. The tiny kit's eyes dimmed with disappointment. He was staring out at a rectangular Thunderpath, with weird structures arranged in lines before him. A few monsters were sitting by those, but they weren't moving. Further ahead, he could see a real Thunderpath that seemed to stretch on for ages in either direction. A soft mewl escaped his lips. Where was he? There had to be some kind of mistake.
As Tortoise watched the scene before him with growing despair, he felt a singular raindrop fall right on his head, just before the sky opened up into a freezing downpour. Tortoise fell back and curled into a tight ball in the corner of his box - his new home - trying to hold on to some semblance of warmth, and wishing in vain that he might wake up back with his dad and his housefolk.
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