General:
Stagkit, NPC xx NPC, brother to Gorsekit, male, 5 months, ShadowClan, domestic cat with a crippled hind leg, tall and muscular but currently very bitter
Powers:
None
Interaction:
Extremely easy difficulty, attack in #F29538, no kill or maim, ask for capture
Stagkit watched quietly from behind the scenes, sitting in the shadows because he didn't care to move. His forelegs were tired from supporting most of his weight. His mangled leg seemed to throb with anger. But Gorsekit was his brother. Bitterness welled up in his throat, and he glared at the ground. Did fate have to take his life away from him now? He hobbled over towards the front of the theater, determined that if he was going to be pitied, he might as well take advantage of that. But he wouldn't sit with Gorsekit.
Stagkit didn't see any of it, he only heard the crack and the flash of heat that lightning always gave off. He didn't react, but a mild curiosity just kept him faltering on to see what was happening. He stopped at the side of a bush, feeling odd as he looked for a source, maybe a cat or larger. But his eyes instead landed upon a very small cat, and she seemed to be shrinking even smaller. This took Tags by surprise, but his face didn't actually show it. "Wow." he remarked, this being the only thing he could say. "Are you okay?" He shuffled forwards, peering at the shrunken feline.
Stagkit frowned, twitching his tail. On the whole, it didn't make much sense to him. "But why would you honor the dead? They're, well, dead." he pointed out, tilting his head as if he were trying to see it from her point of view. And all the better for them, the tortie tomkitten thought, clenching his teeth. They didn't have to deal with near-death and be crippled for the rest of their lives and have to go on living because suicide's the cowardly way out. He didn't get last names either. Why would you have two names? Stagkit was good enough for him. But, he reflected bitterly, you couldn't control the actions of others.
"I'll watch. Unless you want me to play a dead cat, which you'll have to kill me to." murmured Stagkit, hobbling over with a savage expression on his face. He took a deep breath, then heaved himself up on a chair, using his one good hind leg to boost himself up. He scrabbled for a minute, then managed to stay up. He huffed, flopping down and dangling his paws over the edge, wincing as his mangled leg touched the cold metal. He didn't mean to be bitter, it was just that when you had your future taken from you, you couldn't ignore that.
Stagkit staggered over, managing to hold his twisted leg up off the ground now, like that Cinderpelt from somewhere in a book. He blinked disdainfully at the chairs. "If you can get me up, I'll do it." he mumbled, kneading the ground with his paws. Three of them. The fourth he would break if he tried. Oh, woe is me, I can't even do this stupid race, he mentally whined, face twisting up in a snarl. He couldn't help but pity himself. Who else would pity him?
They'd say, 'oh, at least you didn't die' and pat him on the head like his brain was mangled or something. He pressed his lips together and sat back, settling his leg down gently.
Stagkit stumbled his way over, holding his broken leg aloft but then just deciding to set it down and go fuck it. It wasn't like it was going to get better. The paw was twisted so much that it faced upward. Any strain on its part would make it throb, and remind him of Gorsekit's treachery. He stood besides Pocketpaw, sizing Adlet up. He seemed decent enough, playful as a pup. At least there were some other things that knew joy. He wouldn't know joy for awhile. He clenched his teeth, but held his head high.
"Welcome to ShadowClan. I hope you like it." The last words were literally spat out. It was obvious from his sour expression that he wasn't liking it very much right now.
Not today. Stagkit limped up, dragging his mangled leg behind him because he was tired and he didn't want to deal with it's bullshit. He stopped, standing by Novaexplosion with a flat expression. He was a bit creeped out by Red's appearance, all jumbled together, fur and fabric. It wasn't a pretty sight for his eyes. But his major thought was, at least you aren't crippled. A stronger cat would've looked at the bright side, but Stagkit was neither strongest, nor bravest. The fall had turned him into a darker version of himself.
"If you're joining, you're accepted." he droned, flicking his ears and looking away, irritated. Was he going to wait until he had a crowd around him to announce his joining? If it were him, Stagkit would've snuck into the territory and acted like he belonged there forever.
Wow. Was Maxine trying to earn pity points or what? Yeah, her dad just died, would you really want to share that? If his father died, it would traumatize him forever, probably spurring him onto greater heights, or just making him sink into a deeper hole. If anybody needed pity points, it was him. At least all her limbs were working, he reflected bitterly as he rested his scarred leg down. "I'm Stagkit, if you ever needed to know." he grumbled, flicking his tail back and forth in agitation. She'd think he was a rude asshole.
Suited him just fine.
Stagkit felt another throb from his injured leg, and he shot a glare at the ground in front of Stiles. Nicknames and Gorsekit went together hand-in-hand. He was angry, not angry, furious at his brother for burning down his future, but his guilt was enough to direct some of his heat at himself. It wasn't his fault, it had been an accident. But he had been stupid and risked it. "I'm Stagkit," he called, from the sunny bench he was lying on because he was too emotionally drained to move anymore, anywhere.
Stagkit glanced over towards Stiles, surprise showing in the widening of his mismatched eyes. Pain, figurative pain, but pain just the same, struck him. Stiles was so much like Gorsekit, sitting not even a tree-length from him. He couldn't smile, not when this other kitten was joking about falling and concussions right in front of him, when he had gotten both and gotten badly injured by it. His mouth twitched, not knowing whether to curve up or down. "Yeah, don't pass out or anything on me, man. It's just a movie." he sighed, but his lips decided to resolutely curve themselves into a smile. However, his tone and eyes stayed dull and flat as ever.
Stagkit gritted his teeth, thrusting his head up. It was nice to be defended. He was an idiot, but he wasn't a self-righteous idiot. "Oh, how amusing, an utter bastard! A feline who only abuses cats powerless to stop him!" he snapped back, bristling. "I have no talent, no powers, and no rank! Who's side is the world going to take? Mine!"
Stagkit tilted his head as the other kitten bounded over. He shrugged his top leg parts too, not feeling the slightest bit offended, surprisingly. In this state of mind, he should have been offended by everything. He stared at the other dude kit for a good ten seconds, then opened his mouth to speak, then realizing that this guy was never going to shut up. He returned Spanishlullaby's glance, waving a paw in a 'thank you' sort of manner. He turned it out, before realizing that Stiles was asking about his leg. Ugh, that subject was touchy touchy.
The multicolored tom didn't have the energy, or the heart to glare at the other guy again. He puffed out a breath out of his nose. Awhile ago, he would've been enthusiastically debating with him, but now he didn't care and was infused with laziness. "I fell." he said, shortly, wrapping his tail around him as if trying to protect himself from further questions.
Grr. Stagkit didn't understand half of what he said, vision and mind hazed with anger. He wouldn't understand it even if he had been clear minded. However, those words might spell true for him in some time. "Coward!" he yelped after Red, right after he teleported away. He stamped for a moment, before giving glances towards the others, and then stumbling off.
ooc: permission granted!
Stagkit tilted his head, uneasily watching the hovering paw. One wrong move, and, boom, his leg could fall off or maybe he'd twist it up further. And then he'd have to lop his head off due to anger. There was stuff called powers, but he wasn't sure if he had any. Perhaps you had to do some soul-searching, or some awesomely mental thing in order to gain one. He eyed Stiles with this thought. Perhaps you had to talk the gods of powers to death. "Okay..." he murmured, glancing at Pitypaw and the others. Pitypaw. That should be his name when he became an apprentice.
Stagkit actually smiled. Good. No killing sounded good to him, because he had heard of tortures in ShadowClan, which he now came to know as an anti-clan. Not fun to know, but it was his home, and he was going to stay in it. Besides, he couldn't possibly limp all the way to WindClan with his leg. "I'm Stagkit." he replied, curling his tail around himself and shifting into a more comfortable, drawn back position.
Stagkit gasped, not listening to anything. It was like a leeching sensation, like all the blood in his leg were floating away from him, or maybe being sucked. He actually twitched his leg for once, feeling no pain. He couldn't believe this sensation. But that twitch proved fatal. The pain soon came returning, and a sharp blow to his leg made tears spring in his eyes. Too bad that Stiles couldn't keep it forever, but even here, he was touched. He blinked at the other kitten, vision blurred.
"Thank you." he choked out, swishing his tail rapidly, agitation rising. He couldn't deal with his emotions. He wished he was like Stiles, or Gorsekit even, and go with the flow. He turned away, shutting out the world and this meet-and-greet, partly because he knew everyone's names, but mostly because his brain was being a self-centered bastard.
Hot, salty tears lunged for Stagkit's vision as soon as he realized what the first stanza of the song was. He reeled, head feeling submerged in water, boiling water, clouding his eyes with, what was that... rage? He returned with an angry lash of his claws, sinking into the ground and shooting a heated glare at the ground. "Tactless!" he screamed, partly directed at Elliekit, partly directed at himself. He swung his head to glare at the kitten with rapidly-falling tears. It wasn't her fault she chose to sing this song. It was his fault that he chose to take it so far into his heart, as if all that mattered was himself. And to him, it did.
It hurt him because in his view of the world, his fall had crippled him forever, basically sentencing him to living death. Nobody cried for him. Nobody would look at him in the way that couples looked at each other. Because he'd never be wrapped up in life and love, and whatever else she sang about. Her only flaw was that her singing was so nice that it actually made a difference.
"Of course there's something wrong!" Stagkit howled, throwing his head up to the sky like a wolf howling for the moon to come back. His breath came in rasping sobs, and he staggered away from them, nearly tripping himself with his lame leg, not having the strength to lift it up again. "My brother threw me off a building!" he wailed. He was a kitten. He didn't have the strength of character to push himself to be stronger and better because of this. He took his anger out in the only way he knew how. "It's n-n-n-not y-y-you," he hiccuped, looking at Elliekit, but that may as well have been a glare, with his mismatched eyes practically glowing with anger and tears streaming down his cheeks. "i-i-it's m-m-m-m-me!"
Speak of the devil. Stagkit hadn't seen Gorsekit in awhile. And instead of being able to confront him in a calm manner, he was throwing up a fit like a fox. He felt the least bit sorry for Elliekit for ruining her singing thing, but his nerves were frayed. "You did!" he shrieked at his brother, eyes nearly glazed with tears and the heat of the moment. "And l-l-l-look a-at y-y-y-you," he snarled, menace diminished by the hiccuping, lashing his tail. "y-you're n-n-n-n-not ev-even t-t-t-trying to sa-sa-say s-s-s-sorry!" Would they punish a kit for stirring up drama, he wondered in a remote part of his mind. Probably not, but he wanted to be safe.
He glared at the ground, sitting himself down and taking deep breaths. "I...." he mumbled, looking away, now suddenly ashamed of himself.
