Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2016 22:44:04 GMT -5
Adira
You were a vision in the morning when the light came through
The calico she-cat leapt over a crumbled part of the ground, tasting the air as she did so. It had well over ten sunrises since she joined her father's Gang. The towering tabby had given his daughter the 'grand' tour of the territory, she was still learning but managing fairly well on her own. Adira had taken a nap having hunted earlier with her father. It wasn't easy, learning from someone so different but she was quickly coming to admire him. There was a reason for his status within the Gang.
Flicking her mostly white tail Adira noted some scent variation. Where she had wandered off normally was mostly saturated with the scent of her new gang, one she was still learning, however lingering was something else. It reminded her of the subways she used to call home.
Curious like most young cats, Adira leapt again over slightly larger broken chunk of concrete. Her mix-matched eyes scanned the area in hope she'd notice someone out of place. The scent was growing stronger the further she went and she continued to follow it. A secret part of her wanted it to be her mother, she hoped that she might wish to see if her daughter was okay, but a slightly more realistic part of her told her that it wasn't likely.
Zen
|
|
|
|
Post by Zen on Mar 3, 2016 19:17:37 GMT -5
Needle
Some things can't be treated, so don't make me be myself around you. Slipping between rocks, bushes, and tufts of straggly weeds, Needle made his way along the river side, his grey-green gaze sweeping the grass for any sign of coltsfoot. Kitten cough was often a problem for the Scavengers, as cooped up as their kits and younger apprentices were. Their stores of coltsfoot, therefore, were all but gone. The best place to find it was along the river. Actually it was about the only place to find it. Even the Guardians' herb rich territory was in rather small supply of coltsfoot. They generally kept it to themselves and never had much to trade, and what they did trade most often went to the Renegades to butter them up for the coming winter trading season.
Needle sighed, his ears twitching as though flicking away thoughts of Gang politics. He didn't care about such things and was quite happy to let Whisper worry about them instead. The next Trade Meeting was ages away and they needed coltsfoot now. He paused, ears rotating at the sound of pawsteps headed his way. They were careless pawsteps, pawsteps that didn't care if they were heard, or perhaps didn't know better. Either way, it was likely a Marauder if they weren't even TRYING to hide themselves. The fur along his back prickled and he crouched behind a bush, peering beneath to see who was approaching, and prepared to run.
The cat that appeared was small, clearly an apprentice, but a moment later he realized that he recognized her. What had her name been again? He stepped from behind the bush, letting out a friendly purr, “Patches? I'm so glad you look like you're doing well! Life as a Marauder must suit you, hm?” He tilted his head slightly, curious about the new life she was leading. She had reminded him of his kithood friend who had also been given to the Marauders to live with his father. He had hoped she would be happier with the other Gang, knowing well how Scavengers treated cats like her, like him. If he hadn't become a Healer he was sure he would have been banished moons ago, maybe even killed, so he could take not Gang secrets with him.
|
|
Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2016 0:24:49 GMT -5
As she ventured closer, the fur along her neck started to prickle. She had no formal battle training, Adira wasn't even sure she was allowed out of camp without her mentor. She figured since no one stopped her form leaving the camp it was okay, her father hadn't really been aroudn to tell either. With a healthy dose of uncertainty, Adira slowed her pace and walkled carefully now. Her nose worked over time to detect the scents around her. Even her eyes were quick to scan the area. She wouldn't openly say she was afraid but she didn't feel overly confident in the moment, the further she went form camp the less secure she felt. Adira's head and turned to look behind her when a voice caught her attention. She whipped her head back as her eyes grew wide. Her small claws poked out but quickly darted back in, once the cat called her by her old name. Adira titled her head slightly but it only took her a few moments to realize who it was. "Hi! You are Needle right? Oh, I'm not Patches anymore. My dad named me Adira when I came here," She informed him with a quick flick of her tail. She knew of the healer but not enough to be very comfortable around him. However, she knew he was different he didn't seem to be a stoic as the others when she lived with them. "They are kind to me and being loud is okay," She added to her answer a little awkwardly, letting her gaze drop to her paws. It was in that moment she realized that this was her chance to ask about her mother and brother. "Is my mama okay? And my brother Stripes?" She asked him softly, knowing there was a sense of weakness in her voice. She might have grown for five moons within the Scavengers gang but she didn't not learn their customs just yet. Her sense of family was strong and wondered if her mother cared at all that she had given her away. |
|
|
|
Post by Zen on Mar 12, 2016 18:19:10 GMT -5
Needle
Some things can't be treated, so don't make me be myself around you.
He nodded as she identified him by name. He wasn't sure if she would remember or not. She was quite young, she likely wouldn't remember many of her old Gangmates' names, seeing as they wouldn't have had much of a reason to interact with her. Needle had been there to help her mother give birth, however, and checked up on the Gang's kits fairly regularly. Whisper liked to know about the state of their health and development and had given his brother the task of keeping track of it all for him.
He tilted his head slightly at her new name. Marauders had such strange names, though they tended to make more sense than most Renegade names. Adira was just... sounds thrown together. It had no meaning as far as Needle knew. He briefly thought about what Whisper might say about it. Something rude, most likely. He smiled and purred anyway, “Well that's a lovely new name.” His ears twitched, alert for any sounds of other Marauders in the area, but he kept his gaze on the little she-cat. He wondered if she would be this friendly the next time they met, or if she would have taken more to life as a Marauder by then.
“Your mother and brother are doing just fine from what I can tell,” his voice softened slightly, wondering what it might feel like to be given up by one's mother. Would he have cared? He wasn't sure. He may not be a typical Scavenger, but he did see some of their tendencies in himself. Neither he nor Whisper had ever been very close with their mother. She brought them into the world and saw them safely into apprenticehood, but since then he hadn't interacted with her much. He hadn't even been made a warrior yet when she gave birth to his half-sisters, so he hadn't been there to see it or help out with it.
For a cat with Adira's disposition, however. “She gave you up so you could have a better life, you know,” he mewed. He didn't really know, it wasn't like he was close enough with Adira's mother for her to have confided such a thing in him, but he wanted to make the little she-cat feel better. After all, was it not his job to make cats feel better? Perhaps healing emotional wounds wasn't really meant to be part of his job description, but he didn't like seeing young cats unhappy or upset. Call it a soft spot or a weakness, he didn't really care. “Any cat could see you wouldn't have enjoyed living as a Scavenger. You should embrace the chance she gave you to be happy.”
|
|
