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Roachtrack's jaw parted in a wide yawn. The green-eyed tom looked around the inside of the dead metal snake that had been his home for the past moon. The ringleader got to his paws, shaking some of the dust from his tabby pelt before hopping down onto the floor and slipping between the opening in the metal snake's flank. Other than to hunt, the tom hadn't left the metal snake and he was quickly running out of rats to catch in the Ironpath.
The only Steamclan cat made his way out of the Ironpath, squinting his eyes against the light. Unsurprisingly, the above world hadn't changed one bit. The air still carried the scent of approaching rain and the scent of mold from the always present flooding. He moved forward more, his nose wrinkling when he came identified more of the scent belonging to dogs and blood. Roachtrack lashed his tail and turned in another direction to avoid them, deciding it would be better to take a detour through some alleys instead of dealing with the dogs and whatever they had caught.
Before the tom knew it, Roachtrack found himself stalking along familiar pathways and surrounded by the scent of his former home. "Roach?" A voice called. The ringleader looked up to see two tabby she-cats crouching on a metal walkway that was connected to the side of the huge Twoleg den. The brown tabby that shared the same eyes as him jumped down, purring happily as she wound around him. The other she-cat watched him with emotionless amber eyes. "What are you doing here?! Why did you leave?!" She squealed.
Roachtrack smiled at the squealing tabby, his sister Highrise. "I was just out hunting." He mewed, answering her first question. "And Rico's group chased me off. They told me I wasn't welcomed in the group anymore." Highrise's eyes widened in surprise then she quickly started growling.
"Rico is a mouse-brain! You're the best hunter, we've found even less than normal since you left." Highrise mewed, her ear twitching when the other tabby she-cat jumped down next to her. "Sicily! Why didn't you tell me Rico kicked Roach out?!" Roachtrack's ears perked up slightly and he looked over at Sicily, a questioning look in his eyes.
"Why would I know?" Sicily mewed haughtily, whacking Highrise's shoulder with her tail. Highrise looked up as if silently praying to someone.
"Because your Rico's mate now. You get to know everything." Roachtrack's eyes widened in shock and he looked down towards Sicily's stomach, noticing for the first time that it was a little bigger than normal. Sicily stared back at Roachtrack, jutting her muzzle out as if daring him to say something.
"Umm... Highrise, can you let me talk to Sicily alone for a moment?" Roachtrack asked. Highrise nodded sheepishly, shooting a guilty look at her brother before skittering off down the alley to give them some space. Roachtrack watched after her before turning to face Sicily. "So you told me you didn't want to be my mate yet and then you went and mated with Rico as soon as I left?"
Sicily glared up at the brown tabby, the fur along her spine bristling. "I don't have feelings for you, Roach. You're too good of a friend. I didn't want to ruin it." She replied, lashing her tail. Roachtrack rolled his eyes then started to open his mouth to say something in return but was cut off by a hiss at the end of the alley. A large smokey tom was there with several other toms, including Roachtrack's brother Hipster. Highrise peered around Hipster, an apologetic look in her eyes.
The smokey tom took a step closer. "Sicily, come here now." He ordered.
Sicily shot Rico an annoyed look. "Someday someone will love you, but someone isn't me." She mewed quickly to Roachtrack before retreating to her mate's side. Rico leaned down to touch his nose to hers before turning and stalking off, Sicily close on his heels. Slowly, the rest of the group followed except for Highrise and Hipster.
The two rogues hurried to join Roachtrack. "Where's Deli?" Roachtrack asked, looking around to see if the tiny she-cat would come prancing around the corner. Highrise and Hipster shared a look before Hipster cleared his throat.
"After Rico chased you off, Deli and Palmetto went looking for you. We found Deli's body but we haven't been able to find Palmetto. We scented her blood on the ground near Deli but we couldn't trace her." Roachtrack stiffened, his tail drooping as he heard about his sister's death and the disappearance of his best friend.
"I have to find her." Roachtrack whispered after a moment before gasping and turning, hurtling back the way he came.
"Where are you going?!" Highrise shouted after the tom as he disappeared around the corner.
[ Roachtrack went to the Moonpool to ask for help finding Palmetto ]
[ Roachtrack went on a border patrol ]
[ Roachtrack went hunting ]
The only Steamclan cat made his way out of the Ironpath, squinting his eyes against the light. Unsurprisingly, the above world hadn't changed one bit. The air still carried the scent of approaching rain and the scent of mold from the always present flooding. He moved forward more, his nose wrinkling when he came identified more of the scent belonging to dogs and blood. Roachtrack lashed his tail and turned in another direction to avoid them, deciding it would be better to take a detour through some alleys instead of dealing with the dogs and whatever they had caught.
Before the tom knew it, Roachtrack found himself stalking along familiar pathways and surrounded by the scent of his former home. "Roach?" A voice called. The ringleader looked up to see two tabby she-cats crouching on a metal walkway that was connected to the side of the huge Twoleg den. The brown tabby that shared the same eyes as him jumped down, purring happily as she wound around him. The other she-cat watched him with emotionless amber eyes. "What are you doing here?! Why did you leave?!" She squealed.
Roachtrack smiled at the squealing tabby, his sister Highrise. "I was just out hunting." He mewed, answering her first question. "And Rico's group chased me off. They told me I wasn't welcomed in the group anymore." Highrise's eyes widened in surprise then she quickly started growling.
"Rico is a mouse-brain! You're the best hunter, we've found even less than normal since you left." Highrise mewed, her ear twitching when the other tabby she-cat jumped down next to her. "Sicily! Why didn't you tell me Rico kicked Roach out?!" Roachtrack's ears perked up slightly and he looked over at Sicily, a questioning look in his eyes.
"Why would I know?" Sicily mewed haughtily, whacking Highrise's shoulder with her tail. Highrise looked up as if silently praying to someone.
"Because your Rico's mate now. You get to know everything." Roachtrack's eyes widened in shock and he looked down towards Sicily's stomach, noticing for the first time that it was a little bigger than normal. Sicily stared back at Roachtrack, jutting her muzzle out as if daring him to say something.
"Umm... Highrise, can you let me talk to Sicily alone for a moment?" Roachtrack asked. Highrise nodded sheepishly, shooting a guilty look at her brother before skittering off down the alley to give them some space. Roachtrack watched after her before turning to face Sicily. "So you told me you didn't want to be my mate yet and then you went and mated with Rico as soon as I left?"
Sicily glared up at the brown tabby, the fur along her spine bristling. "I don't have feelings for you, Roach. You're too good of a friend. I didn't want to ruin it." She replied, lashing her tail. Roachtrack rolled his eyes then started to open his mouth to say something in return but was cut off by a hiss at the end of the alley. A large smokey tom was there with several other toms, including Roachtrack's brother Hipster. Highrise peered around Hipster, an apologetic look in her eyes.
The smokey tom took a step closer. "Sicily, come here now." He ordered.
Sicily shot Rico an annoyed look. "Someday someone will love you, but someone isn't me." She mewed quickly to Roachtrack before retreating to her mate's side. Rico leaned down to touch his nose to hers before turning and stalking off, Sicily close on his heels. Slowly, the rest of the group followed except for Highrise and Hipster.
The two rogues hurried to join Roachtrack. "Where's Deli?" Roachtrack asked, looking around to see if the tiny she-cat would come prancing around the corner. Highrise and Hipster shared a look before Hipster cleared his throat.
"After Rico chased you off, Deli and Palmetto went looking for you. We found Deli's body but we haven't been able to find Palmetto. We scented her blood on the ground near Deli but we couldn't trace her." Roachtrack stiffened, his tail drooping as he heard about his sister's death and the disappearance of his best friend.
"I have to find her." Roachtrack whispered after a moment before gasping and turning, hurtling back the way he came.
"Where are you going?!" Highrise shouted after the tom as he disappeared around the corner.
[ Roachtrack went to the Moonpool to ask for help finding Palmetto ]
[ Roachtrack went on a border patrol ]
[ Roachtrack went hunting ]
- Ringleader:
Roachtrack | 21 | Tom | •
Lives: ★★★★★★★★★
Proxy:
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(SE) | Mallowclan | Cujo
Medicine Store:
Rust Mender's Storage •
Fresh-Kill Pile:
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Scraps | x0 | 1 serving
Squirrel | x0 | 2 servings
Rabbit | x0 | 2 servings
Pigeon | x0 | 2 servings
Skunk | x0 | 2 servings
Mentors:
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Deceased Cats:
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