Clan of Roaring Silence+15 XP (from prompt)
As Badgerstar returns for the day and rests, his sleep is restless as he is still unsure of his surroundings and fearful of what is to come. The chill of leafbare makes him glad to have found a cozy cave to sleep in, though he’d be sure to line it with any fur or feathers he could get his paws on in the future.
The next evening he is awake and determined to find at least something to keep himself alive, after all if he can’t do that how would he support an entire clan of kits and elders? Heading to the west this time, he leaves the river and tries to follow any scent he can find. Eventually though he smells something familiar, kits. He couldn’t help but wonder what kits were doing out here so he followed the scent until he came across a trio with tufted ears playing in a hollow rotting log. Hawkkit and Crowkit were already establishing a rivalry between each other, while Robinkit searched the log for anything useful, even practicing hunting on a few bugs. Pouncing towards the entrance of the log, she gasped as she saw Badgerstar’s piercing moss colored eyes staring at her, his size and presence enough to make the kit freeze. “Mama!” Crowkit mewed as he noticed the stranger, Hawkkit bravely charging over and standing in front of his frightened sister to protect her, Crowkit joining him after a brief hesitation, being the less overly courageous of the two.
Badgerstar opened his mouth to explain himself to the kits, but all he got out was a brief “Wait-“ before being tackled from above and pinned beneath a snarling queen who was prepared to rip his throat out, claws already digging into his shoulder and stomach as she growled down at him. “What do you think you’re doing to my kits you beastly Tom?!” She snapped, almost frothing at the mouth she was filled with so much rage at the mere thought of him touching them. The she-cat had once belonged to a clan a good distance away but when her relationship with a rival clan cat was discovered she was forced to choose between her clan and her mate. She chose her mate in the end and when she went to join him in his clan they were both chased out and they traveled until they were far enough away to avoid being tracked down by her mate’s clan, having left a few members with pretty bad scars after they tried chasing them out by force. This was just the beginnings of their misfortune as due to a particularly brutal leafbare, they lost a kit to the cold. Not long after this incident a hungry fox attacked them while they slept and her mate died protecting her and their remaining three kits. The kits were too young at the time to remember this so Lynxtuft was always wary of what to say to them, unsure if it would upset them too much to bring up such a topic, especially out of the blue.
Lynxtuft pressed on Badgerstar’s windpipe as she sized him up, his face scar making her uneasy since it meant he’d seen battle. Regaining a bit of composure she realized he wasn’t fighting her or pushing her off of him even though he was a fair bit bigger than her. Still she wouldn’t let that relax her until she knew exactly who he was and what he was doing near her kits. “Speak.” She growled, the hair on her spine slowly relaxing at least a little. “Y-Yes,” he started before clearing his throat as she moved her paw slightly so he could breathe and respond to her. “My name is Harley, or rather Badgerstrike, now Badgerstar.” Lynxtuft narrowed her mismatched eyes and stabbed him a little with her claws. “You’re a clan cat? No you don’t smell like a clan cat, and you aren’t ashamed of your kittypet name either yet claim to be a leader, explain.” She demanded, panic triggering her response as she remembered her last encounter with clan cats, loosing part of her ear when she was ran out with her mate. “Yes, well you see I was a barn cat that helped the clans around my home and in return was helped defend it with them as well. The clan I was familiar with gave me a clan name of Badgerstrike after we went to war together, due to two legs taking my family away in their monsters I had to leave or I’d be next. I received a vision from Starclan about this valley, that I’d be safe and that I should come here for a new beginning to start a clan of my own.” He said before Lynxtuft finally jumped off of him, sitting in front of her kits as she thought. She thought about his words carefully and looked back at her kits, knowing she couldn’t keep doing this by herself, not everything that found them would be as friendly. It was clear to her that he believed everything he was saying and decided to trust him, but would be prepared to leave if needed. “Alright, I’ll join you then. My kits need a safe place to grow up, being a loner doesn’t suit me. My name is Lynxtuft and these are my kits, Hawkkit, Crowkit and Robinkit.” She said, flicking her ear to them and they all three came forward, Robinkit still timid.
Together the five of them traveled back towards the camp, gathering whatever they could find and hunting if given the chance, all fairly hungry at this point and knowing now that there were more mouths to feed that it would mean more hunting for both cats.
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--items in inventory used
Any items used this post (or eaten)
ex. food, herbs, explore items
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--predators:
Hawks, Owls
Foxes, Coyotes, Dogs, Wolves
Cottonmouth’s
Badger