BRIGHT BEGINNINGS, DARK PATHS | mushroom's intro

by mushroom. on Tue Nov 10, 2020 9:43 pm

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?"

by **ghost** on Wed Nov 11, 2020 9:38 pm

COALWHISKER
thunderclan warrior | solid black | oriental short-hair | tags

Coalwhisker was of the belief that it was the little things that made life. None of that grand destinies or happy endings, it was the moments in between. The flittering joy of a successful hunt, the satisfaction in finding a private place to nap. It was in one such place that Coalwhisker startles awake, partially wedged beneath a blackthorn bush.

A stranger is approaching. Coalwhisker's ears are perked, and he lays rigid, alert. A stranger is approaching, yes, but who? From where? The scent does not carry any clan he recognizes. A threat? Undoubtedly. It would be his luck that it would be a threat. To fight then, or to retreat? The answer is obvious. Coalwhisker hasn't any business actually defending ThunderClan. No, better to go and tell someone else, let them deal with it.

Slowly, he extracts himself from the bush as to not disturb it, letting out a string of curses under his breath when he does just that. The voice that calls out gives him pause. It isn't a particularly threatening voice. Cautious, Coalwhisker pushes himself through the underbrush until his eyes fall upon the source of the voice. StarClan. A kit. The only thing worse than a threatening stranger.

"Who are you?" Coalwhisker counters, keeping his distance. The thing could bite yet. "Walking around like- what? You're lost?" Admittedly, Coalwhisker had come to ThunderClan when he was in need of a home, and they had taken him in. He had been older than this one here, but perhaps that was a sign that they needed the help more than he had, "Or you need a place to stay?"

by mushroom. on Wed Nov 18, 2020 6:51 pm

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?

BRIGHT BEGINNINGS, DARK PATHS | mushroom's intro

BRIGHT BEGINNINGS, DARK PATHS | mushroom's intro

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