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[justify][size=8]the young male raised his head once more, stirring visibly at Soda's words- "good... tired." basic statements, simple scraps of information; Cabal was fatigued beyond belief, having dragged himself through the blackness by one paw until finally collapsing beneath the twigs that had been blown over him as he may pained for hours, it was no surprise he retained a lingering exhaustion that still hadn't faded. sleep was impossible for the child; anything soothing, whether meaningless or not, was greatly welcomed. maybe... maybe Soda would know a good place to stay, a nice little rabbit hole, maybe, for recuperation; in these times, Cabal was desperate, and would gladly accept a bed of thorns. "mmm... eye hurts. needs to go. mm... know where to sleep?" the maine coon kitten then inquired in a shrill, faint voice.

Galaxystream's appearance broke the calm however, and the panic-free male's exterior shattered; pain sliced through his body as a gargantuan paw pressed against his fur-less spine, and as the tiger attended to his wounds, the crimson babe shrieked, a thin, tinny sound of agony. "no, no, no, stop... mm, hurts, no.."

as Akhenaten then approached to also attend to whatever injuries covered him, cleaning and bandaging as he went along, the small child quietened, quickly coming to the conclusion that these creatures were aiding him. certain herbs, odd scenting plants, were nudged towards him, and an instruction to eat rang quietly in his one ear; were they for him? Cabal craned his neck to chew silently at the almost bitter tasting herbs, before murmuring out in a feeble tone, "eye... has to go." even he, a mere child, understood this concept.

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[justify][size=8]( yes, please have her remove the eye c: )

maybe concentrating on the soothing tones of Soda's voice would aid him; Cabal hung onto every word that left the mystery tom's maw desperately, rapping against the cream tabby's ankle with his kinked tail awkwardly. "sleep soon.. mm.. help me. yes, good, ok. and yes, stay with me... mm.. good. I do it... mm.." an odd offer, to sever the skin holding his eye to his body and essentially rip out his own orb in order to make it easier for others. it would be a mercy for the others not to deal with the grotesque wound that left him blind and with the odd sensation of a pendulum like rhythm constantly whacking at his muzzle as he breathed.

however, when Salix approached with the offer to take care of his eye, Cabal did not protest, simply tilting and raising his head in her general direction to give her access to the hanging optic. "ok, just... mm, rip it away or... something." he mumbled quietly.

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[justify][size=8]he assumed he was in quarantine for the time being whilst he healed but to be honest the pain was, though constant, a sensation he was sadly used to; there was no need to fuss over him and make sure he wasn't hurt for there was a never ending agony he now lived with alongside the blackness and the almost-silence and the lack of mobility that greeted him. could he walk? no not particularly. could he see? not at all. hear? out of one, tattered ear. smell? speak? yes to both; his scent was heightened and sharpened, perfect and acute, to make up for anything else lost. his speeds was basic, slow as well, though he could understand words fine and retained some memory of sights so could picture colours when needed- other than this he was useless however, a burden better off dead in his opinion. there was a never ending gratitude in his heart towards HawkClan for saving his miserable life, for giving him a home.

at that moment in time the grey tabby maine coon child known simply as Cabal was resting outside the medicine den peaceably, breathing laboured though stable, empty sockets light thanks to the sun shining directly upon them, possibly illuminating a pathway to the brain. a horrid thought, so Cabal pushed his face slowly into his one forepaw, silent.

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[justify][size=8]Soda's offer was taken up and the male momentarily turned to observe him blindly, a few seconds passing before Cabal nodded. "mm... yes, talk through would... mm, be, mm... good." the blood soaked male could sense an oncoming pain so reclined his head awkwardly, awaiting the moment when his eye would be so simply torn from the shred of skin it hung by. "thank you, mm... very sleepy though." the maine coon longed for the sweet relief of unconsciousness, but as long as he was fussed over, as long as the pain buzzed beneath the surface, he would be awake.

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[justify][size=8]muscles relaxed and a tense body rested in silence as Cabal listened attentively to Soda's words, occasionally mumbling in response to particular words, scenes, names, phrases. certain titles stuck in his head- Pony, mainly, maybe Dally too, and he wondered why their names were different, why they sounded almost like his. it was a distraction that kindled interest in his head and the malformed maine coon eventually forgot about the others there, his mind wandering and settling down in the lands fabricated by Soda's constant and soothing rambling, enjoying the different scenes that were conjured in his young mind. "mm... Pony sounds good... Johnny, too." Cabal offered once, his one paw twitching.

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[justify][size=8]the inquiry was nothing short of unexpected, though Cabal had scented Noirstar even before he had approached, recognising the Monarch's distinctive smell as one present at his rather dramatic joining. the child slowly pulled his head back and up to tilt it in the direction he thought the tuxedo was, and then he stayed, "studying" the older tom dubiously, silently. he could feel eyes on him, though he did not react, used to the constant glares of quite a few individuals, before the maine coon drew himself up slightly, twitching one tattered ear. "oh, um... I'm fine... mm, fine, Noir...star." he recalled the leader's name eventually, speech slow, and then he curled his aching tail against his rump.

[b]"why, mm... you ask? and... are you, mm, ok?"

[justify][size=8]a host and slave to allow him to shift was greatly needed but in his state it was obvious Cabal was in no way able to find someone to assist him; he required a full time carer and the lack of such a thing had, even in a space of only two days, taken its toll with his ribs now showing through matted fur and stretched skin. he was hungry and had barely eaten a bite in recent days due to his pains and issues as well as the drama of him joining; the maine coon knew he was still close to death with little aid so he had to simply wait and hope the end came quickly, for a long and drawn out demise was the polar opposite of what he wished to experience at his tender age.

that day however he was simply dozing half conscious half un at the edge of camp when he was roused by a high shriek of a bird known as the ferruginous hawk; it crouched near him and looked as if it were to eat him and for a moment he wished it to kill him when it drew back to speak in almost fluent feline. "you require help, little one." a shrill statement and Cabal lifted his head to stare blindly at the hawk, understanding it was a bird and nodding in silence. of course he required aid, but he had never expected the large female to grab him and haul him upwards, slowly pushing him onto her back (with his efforts too) before waddling into camp.

"you are thin, little one. are you hungry? I can help." a caw, and the hawk reached the fresh kill pile, grabbing a vole and twisting her head to pass it up to the starving kitten. it was an almost motherly takeover and one Cabal was not to refuse, and there, resting on the large female, he ate, satisfied and happy with the general events. but what was her motive? the grey maine coon knew she had not just suddenly agreed to become his taxi and he briefly wondered if this would end up taking a turn for the worse on his part- yet she was being so patient so Cabal pushed it to the back of his mind, supported by this sacred avian

[justify][size=8]upon hearing a familiar voice Cabal raised his head, ignoring the bird's quiet caws of confusion to greet the older male with a faint smile on his scarred lips. "mm... yes, friend... found me. mm, nice, got... me food, mm." the grey maine coon licked the final remnants of vole from his muzzle before nodding a somewhat friendly greeting to Sodapaw finally. "helps me... move. or... has for ten, mm, minutes." would the avian leave after feeding him? it didn't look that way, so the light charcoal child huffed, blinking.

[justify][size=8]Noirstar had adopted a daughter.

he'd known this since the day he'd been accepted into the clan (which was only two days ago) but had never seen her before. not that he ever would- hah- but it was nice to finally scent her. the kitten had taken to being transported around by a rather large female hawk whom had literally picked him up and become his taxi, and on smelling Kiseki, Cabal asked to be taken to her, so the mangled and completely and utterly destroyed kitten was carried over and dropped down, left alone with the femme.

he'd heard she was deaf, blind and mute, so the kitten reached out his only paw to touch her, tentatively, breathing growing laboured with the effort.

[justify][size=8]truth be told Cabal did not tell anyone because he didn't know how; he had been born a BloodClanner but had been insufficient to those who had cared for him so of course they had, seeing as he was a useless runt, tried to whip him into shape and he hadn't responded correctly. this had led to beating upon beating and whilst this had done no real damage they had bullied him into a submissive individual, not a violent one. it had been the day he had lost against someone much larger than him in a fight that the male who cared for him had lost his temper and attacked him, issuing a torture session that had gotten others involved after a devious plot. two days before, a day after the spar that Cabal had so foolishly lost in, the male had taken the young kitten to HawkClan and rubbed the scent of the pro alliance over his body before dragging him back and claiming this was a capture. there had been congratulations, and then the male had offered for a torture session which had resulted in the mangling, the removing of one foreleg, the deforming of hind legs, the gouging out of one eye and the almost-removing of another and many more horrid wounds that would never quite heal.

after the torture session he had been thrown near HawkClan's territory- "you *ing runt."- and left there- the battered child had known nothing but unhappiness but had known to drag himself over the border and deep into the pro-clan's lands until he was discovered near the camp. how was he meant to explain that? and yet now he saw nothing but kindness, a purr leaving his maw as the fur atop his head was ruffled. Cabal slid, then, from the hawk's back to look to Sodapaw with a gentle bob of his cranium.

he then looked to Romancandle, and nodded. "thanks," he murmured, and he didn't know why.

[justify][size=8]a sudden flinch, and Cabal whipped his head up in the direction of Romancandle. "mm... can't hear... see... mm.. I can't see... either, mm. don't... yell." a quiet murmur, and the maine coon shook his head rapidly before turning back to gentle prod at Kiseki.

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[justify][size=8]the panic caused the malformed kitten to give a low sigh and slowly Cabal moved a little closer- she was obviously one who, almost like him, expected every touch to either be or be followed by a beating, a sneer. and yet he was never one to do that so the child scooted forward again, painfully, attempting to half-grasp her paw in a gentle hold that would maybe calm her, maybe scare her. he hoped the former for he wanted to be her friend, and even though she couldn't hear him, he murmured: "I won't hurt you." it was true; he wasn't one for hurting others, and the grey tabby waited, breath held.

[justify][size=8]bump

[justify][size=8]passively rolling from his taxi and towards Sodapaw as the avian obviously didn't want to approach, Cabal gave a mild grunt of shock, though he wasn't unpleasantly surprised and rather allowed a somewhat faint smile to cross his maw in response to the older male's words. a nice statement indeed- the grey tabby maine coon had never been told this before and he felt somewhat pleased that he was thought of as even that as opposed to the weak monster he believed he was. "oh, uh, thanks," he then murmured in response, leaning back against one of Soda's legs with no thought as to whether the tom was willing to allow him to do that- he'd move if he wasn't wanted of course, or at least wiggle around like a caterpillar until he accidentally rolled away or was offered assistance by the ferruginous hawk. "what's camp, mm, look like?" he then chirped out.

[justify][size=8]trackalackin'

[justify][size=8]though blind, with the assistance of the hawk Cabal approached, rolling from the female avian's spine to lay awkwardly on the floor. cranium raised, one ear angled forwards, the male bared his fangs in a vicious smile, kinked tail twitching painfully. "who gives a shit?" the maine coon snapped to Chickenpaw, lip curling in distaste- he couldn't see the lion but already despised him, eyelids slitting around the empty sockets. "that's the point in life. kill or be killed mate, not hide like a fuckin' pussy. god." why was everyone so stupid? the male kneaded the ground with his one paw then, impatiently.

> this is so strange- Cabal, a violent bitch?
what is this world coming to

[justify][size=8]he could smell fire, scent food, and his mouth watered- having not eaten since the morning of the day previously, Cabal was eager to get his fangs into something edible so, transported by his new taxi- a hawk, the disabled maine coon swung his head back and forth, trying to locate first those there and then the prey. "hi, mm... everyone." the maine coon murmured to the group of HawkClanners, slumping over the ferruginous hawk's back.

> rushed nyak

[justify][size=8]how interesting- promotions, demotions. carried over by his hawk Cabal settled down in a mass of feathers to listen patiently, awaiting the announcements unmovingly.

> track

[justify][size=8]hawkclan - kit - currently possessing a ferruginous hawk - extreme - no kill - may capture maine coon body

multiple possessions.

he had only discovered it that day, and whilst he was uncertain of how to use it, Cabal had to try- his ferruginous hawk, his taxi and friend, was to be his host, and focusing his energy on the bird below him, the young child forced his spirit into the female avian's body, pushing her own consciousness into his tattered maine coon form. flashing yellow eyes slit, and Cabal pushed his old form now inhabited by an arrogant hawk to the floor and into a hiding place, unfurling long wings and taking to the skies, the instincts of this form enabling him to fly with surprising ease. they were being attacked by DarkClan? very well- upon spotting glinda, the ferruginous hawk aimed to tuck in his(her?) wings and dive, hopefully grabbing onto the fawn lynx point and smashing her into the ground. his large size dwarfed domestic felines and rivalled many small-medium sized wildcats, so this woukd be easy for him. if this succeeded, he'd attempt to rag her sideways with one foot, contemplating lifting her off the ground but deciding against it for the time being.

> if someone found his maine coon kitten body and captured it that would be great

[justify][size=8]why did he not use another body over this one? rather than possessing his great dane body, or his arctic fox body, or even the ferruginous hawk that now carried him to the scene, the mangled maine coon kitten remained stubbornly in his birth body, staring with empty sockets at Thomas, a joiner, he presumed, one that was undoubtedly male by the scent. since Nya had already asked the required questions, Cabal decided to remain silent, listening and waiting for the Russian blue's response.

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