X M A J O R ~ The Choleric and Quick-Tempered Tom Xx _________________________________ x x {Tom} x{SnowStorm} x{form}x x {location; Cave Floor } x {tag(s); Nyx} x
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Major let out a loud hiss at the small molly batting at him, showing his bloodied and yellowed teeth and crooked jaw, his teeth unset in a jagged formation to look very intimidating. He was born with a broken jaw, it healed overtime in a very uneven state making it so he has a very large under bite, his lower canine teeth jutting out even with his mouth closed.. His nose flared and whiskers splayed out as the molly talked as if he were lower than the female..
You dare talk to me as if you have authority over me.. You talk to me as if I haven't done you an incredible deed going out and hunting for this clan?! He spat harshly.
What is your job, you pathetic fae.. You catch rodents that are half starved from the winter snow? You and many of these weak clan cats would die if it weren't for cats like me... He snarled, looking up at his younger nursery kin, Meriss with hatred laced on his tounge..
He had despised the little runt of a sister.. He was very young when his mother became pregnant with another batch of kittens, she got panleukopenia, an illness that swept through the clan in the late winter months when most of the cats kept in the dens because of the snowstorms... She fell weak and the birth of her kits took the molly to starclan, taking most of her kittens from that litter as well from malnutrition and the sickness that invaded every muscle of her body..
Every kit except one tiny runt.. Meriss..
The kit was born riddled with the same illness as her mother had, weak and tiny.. At the time of her birth, there were no such things as Petrels, she was left alone in the medicine cats den to die of her illnesses..
Miraculously, the tiny kitten survived through the harsh winters.. Her eyes opened to reveal her hazy fogged cataracts-like eyes, much of the clan thought she was blind.. She never grew very much, when she did she stopped at the size of a tiny apprentice and never got any bigger..
Major, though the coping of his mothers passing, went on to resent the tiny kit.. Knowing that she was the reason of her passing.. As they grew up, Major never shook that resentment, his hatred for his kin would follow him to the grave..
And you.. Major said deeply, looking at Meriss, his eyes slitted and his ears layed back flat against his skull..
You pathetic runt.. your job is not to run errands for the clan.. Your pathetic little job is to go and mother pathetic little kits just as you were.. Your job is not to interfere with actually important cats of this clan.. Your job is a petrel, a useless job for useless cats who cannot hunt on their own.. it makes me sick to have you burdening the clan in such a way.. We need more food because we have more cats.. we nurture cats who are incapable of surviving on their own.. Thats how mother nature works.. Survival of the fittest.. But now we are nurturing sick icicles and snowflakes who not too long ago would have died without the stupid petrels just as it should be.. We should only have the strong.. why nurture the weak when all they are is mouths to feed.. He spat, the emperor penguin laying sprawled next to him..
I would not have to risk my life if there were not for useless cats such as you Meriss! Major yowled, his fur puffing up angerly to make him even larger in size..
The huge tom grunted as he attempted to move his looming body, struggling as his paws shook to sit up straight, simply falling back over onto his side..
I do not need any pathetic remedies.. I am a tom from my fathers kinnage.. We are strong and can fight badgers and still stand back up the next morning.. He growled, his tail lashing, Unlike some.. He whispered, glancing back over at Meriss with his amber eyes burning into her..
♡ M E R I S S ~ The Motherly Molly ♡x _________________________________ x ♡ {molly} ♡ {Petrel} ♡ {form}♡ ♡ {location; } ♡ {tag(s); Nyx & Major} ♡
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Meriss sat calmly in front of her brother, his harsh spits and yowls in her face not shaking her stance.. She looked up at him with her beautiful white eyes, calm as could be as he angrily screeched at the tiny fae.. She sat as he glared her down, his teeth bared with dried penguin blood along his lips and teeth.. Before she looked so anxious when she saw her brother in the hands of Starclan.. but now she sat unfazed with no ounce of anxiety in her eyes even as the largest tom of the clan angerly spoke to her, the smallest snowstorm of the clan.. There was almost a wash of relief in the molly's face that he would be alright.. a small voice from behind her made her fur stand on end.. ☩ S A L E M ~ The Quietly Numb Kitten ☩† _________________________________ † ☩ {Tom} ☩ {Icicle} ☩ {form}☩ ☩ {location; } ☩ {tag(s); Open} ☩
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What does he mean.. Pathetic.. Salem mewed quietly, shivering uncontrollably as he stood behind his surrogate mother.. Salem had rarely ever spoke, if he did it was because it was necessary.. but otherwise he was very mute, an observer. He watched as Meriss, the fluffy molly who was not much bigger than he was, turned around.. She smelled of outside behind her scent of Rain and white Wisteria.. it was fresh and cold, it tickled the roof of his mouth and stung his nostrils.
He looked past the tiny fae to see a gigantic tom laying on the floor, his scent smelled foul.. but it reminded him of Meriss in some way.. The tiny kit arched his back as he glared into Majors amber eyes..
Ah.. So this is one of the kits I speak of.. Major hissed with a crude blood-stained smile.. his black tongue curling around his crooked teeth.
Yes little icicle.. I said Pathetic.. He breathed, watching as talking to her surrogate kit made Meriss very nervous, she watched behind nervously attempting to get the tiny tom to follow back with her to the dens.. but Salem stayed still glaring Major down..
Look at you little icicle.. you are not from here.. Your coat holds no fur and your eyes are a large hazel fleur of colors.. Your ears are bat-like and face is much to long and narrow for the prey... Little icicle, you do not belong here.. Cats from the northern skies are all thickly furred.. they are vigilant and full of courage.. not an anxious mess that you and your Petrel appear to be.. You, little icicle, are a forest cat.. You were taken long ago in by this clan.. you do not belong here just as Meriss does not.. but I suppose birds of a feather tend to flock together.. Major deeply laughed, his chest heaving as he smiled down at the kit.. but Salem stared back at him with his back kept arched..
I know I do not belong here.. But what I do know is that I will forever be in debt to the loving mother that was given to me, Meriss.. You may see me as a small icicle who can be used for less to nothing.. but you were a kit once too.. you were given a mother who took care of you.. I know that the cats that have been through the hardest roads, are the wisest and most powerful cats you will ever know.. but you wouldn't know that given how shallow you are, given the eyes you have yet you see nothing in any of the cats in your clan but mouths to feed.. Salem spoke, his voice was deep and sturdy as he spoke, not something you would suspect coming out of a small and anxious kit that was shaking just moments ago.. He turned his back slowly to the tom, flicking his rat-like skinned tail in his face..
Major hissed and raised his paw, his claws unsheathed as he went to claw at the small icicle.. but the weight of exhaustion simply dragged it back down to the cave floor..
