BRIGHT BEGINNINGS, DARK PATHS | mushroom's intro

MUSHROOM ✶
thunderclan - kit - male - 4 moons - tags

― it had been forever since he had smelled this scent. but he still knew what it was; it was a clan scent. his parents had warned him and his sister of the clans before they just up and left them to fend for themselves. so mushroom and his sister did their best to stray as far from the clans as they could; and they got a decent ways away, but his sister didn't last too long. he stayed on his own for a bit, the kid earning scars and a chipped ear along the way, but now he was back here, at the clans. he wasn't sure which clan he was in, but he was standing in one of their territory's. the scent was strong. they would surely notice his scent, standing out soon and come find him.

he just stood, sniffing. he was tired, and he was sick. he was always sick; he always had a cough or a sniffle of some kind. there was a word for it; but he forgot it. weakened immune system, perhaps. he flicked an ear.

he didn't know why his parents had abandoned him, why they had sent them on their way. why would you have kids if you didn't want to be around them? his parents knew they were sending their kids to their deaths by sending them away, but they still did anyways. he could still remember watching his sister get weaker and weaker, until one day, she didn't wake. he stayed by her body as long as he could, but eventually the stench forced him to leave as she decayed.

he was kind of excited to see what this clan had to offer. something, anything, had to be better than just running for his life out here, eating roadkill and bugs and butterflies. he looked like everything he had been living by; his long hickory fur was ragged and not very well kept, he didn't smell very great, and he was pretty torn up. he was scrawny; despite his long fur, you could still see he was skin and bone. he wondered what he would say when these cats came up to him. maybe he should just keep walking.

and he did. he began to pick up a small trot, the tom following the scent, going towards where it seemed to get heavier and heavier. but he stopped dead when he heard rustling, and he knew it wasn't a mouse. his ears perked, and his chest grew with excitement. "whose there?"

MUSHROOM ✶
thunderclan - kit - male - 3 moons - tags

― oh boy! it was a clan cat. mushroom felt his pelt spiking with excitement, bubbles floating in his belly. this cat was massive! well, at least bigger than he was. his tail sway behind him, nearly trembling with exhilaration. the thin kit tried to stand tall, to make himself look stronger. but it was clear there was nothing strong about him; he was small, malnourished, and smelled. he didn't even notice the disgust or disdain in this warrior's voice, he was too excited and too set on making himself look good.

"my name's mushroom," he greeted the tom, clearly forcing his voice deeper so he looked bigger, more intimidating, would be taken seriously. "i'm - no, i'm not lost. i'm.." he didn't really know what to say. what was he here for? what was he doing here? he didn't know. yes, a place to stay, perhaps. "i'm looking to join your, ah- your group. i think you may need me." was that good?

MUSHROOM ✶
thunderclan - kit - male - 3 moons - tags

― unfortunately, his tone of voice that was making fun of mushroom went completely over his head and he didn't even realize the tom was humoring him. "yes, you do." he responded back with a flick of his tail, keeping his head high despite the fact it was almost hard to stand tall as he was quite hungry and felt like he may fall over. "i can be a great addition, to your....group," he continued.

but he didn't have to convince him any longer, because the tom was saying he could come. great! and then he made some sort of comparison that he didn't understand, but he could tell that the tom was being bitter towards him. he wanted to snap at him and tear him apart, but he knew he had to stay on his good side in order to get accepted into their little posse or whatever it was so he would have shelter and food. the tom seemed like he didn't exactly fancy mushroom though; he would have to change that. "i don't have worms!" he bristled. so much for that. "i have mites actually, but i don't have worms!" did he make the situation worse or better? almost on cue, he was whipping his head around to bite at his shoulder. disgusting.

"they're not a problem, though."[/b][/color] he told coalwhisker with a flick of his ear - his good ear, not his half-torn ear. "they won't stop me from.. from saving your..your cult." he stumbled over his words a bit, but the confidence in his voice stayed.