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Moons ago, the five warrior clans, ThunderClan, WindClan, RiverClan, ShadowClan, and SkyClan were destroyed by a massive storm. A tornado tore through the territories, and a massive forest fire ran through ThunderClan. The cats who were able to escape alive fled. With the remaining cats, StarClan contacted many warriors, even kittypets, to create new clans. If their plan failed, the warrior code may just be lost forever.
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MeltiTheDragon wrote:Username: MeltiTheDragon
Name: Kestrelface
Gender: Female
Age: 24 Moons
Rank: Scavenger
Clan: Lucentclan
Prompt:Kestrel's tail impatiently slapped the fence.
"Come on housefolk, come home already," she thought. She'd met them before. Nice mated pair, single litter of three kits. She had her reasons for enjoying their company. Her being a former pet, for one thing. Less annoying than her clanmates too. Usually.
Finally, she heard a door creak open. The father held the door for the mother and her brood of noisy youth. The mother's small brown eyes locked with green ones pleading for something. The folk had known Kestrel long enough to know what that something was. She bent over to grab a bag of dry kibble. The metal bowl full, one of the kits placed it right next to the fence.
Kestrel looked down and frowned. They always left it out for her at night. Occasionally, in the quiet seasons, she'd choke some down. But once you taste the wild, you can never go back. Kibble had a weird taste, almost like the stale bones of whatever it was supposed to taste like. She jumped down, ignoring the bowl entirely, and sat by the invisible wall. A sharp inhale and then a yowl. Another breath, a louder yowl. She went so far as to pretend she was in heat and caterwaul at such a pitch that she swore that the glass in front of her might shatter.
The mother sighed, and Kestrel started chattering up a storm. The good stuff was coming. She just knew it. A can of juicy meat held by thick gelatinous gravy was chopped and put in a fancy looking dish out on the patio. She sniffed it over and smiled. It was nothing other than tuna and shrimp, her very favorite food out of the sort that housefolk give to their pets. But then something struck her.
She'd had a bad hunting day today and she couldn't very well take this mush back with her.
Her shoulder slumped and she looked back inside. To her surprise, the shortest kit noticed her despair and threw open the cabinet under the toaster. She grabbed a bag of preserved salmon and put some on a play plastic plate.
"Here you go Princess! Food fit for a queen!" it squeaked before scurrying back to its scowling parents. She stared at the kit. Princess? So that's what they think of her. She beamed. It was flattering. Her previous owners hadn't thought of her as royalty, that's for certain. She'd be sure to keep an eye on this family. If they looked up to her like Lucentclan does to Twitchstar, then she'd do her best to keep that respect and keep them safe from harm. She wolfed down the tuna and shrimp, meowed a thanks back to the little ones, and took the salmon back to her clan.
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