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    Well, he was allowed into the clan. But that didn't mean much to him when he could've just as easily gone and joined any other clan. This just happened to be the first clan he'd stumbled upon after parting ways with his dear friend. His only friend. And it was likely going to stay that way. But that was the last thing on the dark-furred apprentice's mind as he stalked through the undergrowth, heavy paws crushing pine needles beneath them as venomous green eyes narrowed, watching his surroundings with hawk-like vision. He was just trying to familiarize himself with the territory without having to ask for a tour or a warrior to escort him. Nose wiggling with a deep inhale the apprentice frowned at the rancid scent in the air.


    Trailing after it he was quick to stop, eyeing up a mound of unspecified garbage in the distance. He'd seen a lot of things during his time in the city, both in Bloodclan and when he was living as a loner. It smelled rancid and the closer he got he could hear sounds of things crunching and crushing together as they toppled off the side of the mound. Ficititious brow lifted he watched as a rather large rat scurried across the ground in front of him. What was this mess?






    ❝ But we're a million worlds apart.... ❞

    — Firedawn, Warrior of Shadowclan

    tags — storage — plotting — main


    "Step lightly, young tom. It can be dangerous here." The gentle voice would belong to a red Somali who was standing not very far away, a frog at her paws. Her emerald gems would glow in humble amusement as she half buried her catch and walked up to join the newest Shadowclanner in his observations, "This is called the Carrion Place. Shadowclan usually avoids this place because the rats here are vicious and one bite from them can make a cat very sick." Her feathery tail would swish behind her as she spoke and then she would turn her gaze to the young tom and smile kindly, "I don't believe we've properly met before. My name is Firedawn, what may I call you?"


    It was true, this was one of the more ... avoided areas of ShadowClan's territory. Most stayed clear for reasons Firedawn had just mentioned, though warriors and apprentices could be found here in the dead of leafbare to search for any sign of prey. Numerous times, ShadowClan had resorted to eating the tough and sometimes diseased meat from the rats that lived here. Not their best moments, admittedly. But hey - they had to do what they had to do.


    Approaching the new tom and her senior warrior, the brown tabby she-cat found her ears perked, on alert for anything that may be moving in the shadows. Her nose wrinkled from the smell and she nodded once to the fiery warrior next to her before turning to Azhishchenkov. "She's right. This isn't a nice place to hang around." Her chin adjusted to view in the direction where a rather large rat was scurrying away. "Not the best part of ShadowClan territory," she murmured. Returning her attention to the apprentice, she gave him a soft smile. "It's nice to finally meet you. I'm Briarstar. I hope you're settling in alright."


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    tags — As much as Stagheart liked to avoid the carrionplace, often he found himself unintentionally wandering about the dump, treading carefully so as to avoid the rats that scurried about and the trash that could easily slice through his pawpads. It was certainly a rather ugly part of their territory, but it had helped them through the tough times of leafbare and the more recent famine, so for that Stagheart could not really complain.


    It appeared that it attracted other cats too. Briarstar was here, as was Firedawn, and ShadowClan's newest addition, the youth from BloodClan. Truth be told, he wasn't quite sure what he thought of Z just yet, but Stagheart tried his best not to judge those from their past, even if Grizzlypaw proved to him that some cats could never change. Where was the line drawn when it came to trusting others until it was nothing but naivety?


    "And I'm Stagheart" the long-legged youth finally spoke after approaching the trio on silent paws and dropping his catch on the ground, shooting Z a subtle smile as a way of greeting. "What do you think of the carrionplace then?" He questioned with good intention, gesturing towards the rubbish dump with a simple flick of his lengthy tail.

    ''I would say that it is much like the junkyard back in Bloodclan.'' A place where the twolegs came to dump all of their trash and leave the air smelling foul. She remembered the days she would go to the junkyard, looking at all the skeletal bodies of dead monsters and harvesting parts of their bodies as little trinkets. Much of which she no longer possessed but it was just mundane twoleg items she had once thought were interesting. Her eyes lifted up to look at the Carrionplace, not really seeing danger to it. The rats were not much of an issue for her and she supposed it was because where she had come from. They lived off rats and more so they had to know how to kill them or they would be killed in turn. Her paws pressed against the ground as she settled down with the rest of the cats that were here. Eyes that were primarily expressionless as she tilted her skull and curled her tail around her own figure. ''I can teach you how to hunt here if you want to know. It's relatively simple as long as you don't back a rat into a corner.'' Or they were sure to viciously attack then.