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The steely scent of blood wafted slowly through Jeremiah’s nostrils, causing his freckled nose to twitch. Although he was the son of two felines known for their ferociousness and had been raised as a true Bloodclanner, Jeremiah had never grew accounted to that smell. The cream coloured tom uncurled his long limbs that had been tickled neatly underneath him, stretching out to his full height. He took a single leap of the ledge in which he had been sleeping, as his large paws connected with the ground they made an audible thump. His landing was clumsy as ever, and he stumbled a bit before he found his footing. Jeremiah had plenty of force and brute strength, but lacked grace - although he was almost reaching full maturity, he still had kit-like clumsiness and round, wide baby eyes.

Lolita’s white form emerging through the entrance, her pelt stained with the sticky crimson blood, Jeremiah placed a single ivory-peppered paw in front of him with a slight cock of his head. He didn’t know her too well, he had seen the treatment that her father had put her through, but he had never stopped to interfere.

“Lolita?” His gruff voice spoke, taking a few more steps closer as his green lanterns flickered over her. “What happened to you?” He took note of her injuries but the blood on her claws . . . who did it belong to?

Jeremiah wasn’t much of a hunter - the bulky muscles beneath his cream-fur made him stiff and slow. With each step of his heavy ivory-peppered paws, an audible thud followed and the dirt shifted beneath his curved claws making him known to the prey he hunted. However, he had been assigned the task of bringing home a chicken from a nearby farm, a tasty and succulent change from the mundane squirrel and mice.

The teenaged feline approached his home, his jaw clamped around a fat auburn hen dragging in between his fore-Legs. Jeremiah had been gone a long time, and the feathers that coated his pelt suggested that there had been a struggle whilst taking down the hen. They were loud, and faster than he had expected. Within minutes of his arrival the whole colony of chickens were squawking about the lion-like figure lurking in the shadows.

Jeremiah came to a halt at the church, dropping the chicken in between his large paws and spitting some feathers out of his mouth.

"You got a brother you never told us about?"

The low rumble of a males deep voice and the sound of heavy, clumsy paws announced the arrival of Jeremiah. If it were not for the creepy resemblance between Ivorymoon and the stranger in front of them, Jeremiah would have nonchalantly passed by the scene without a glance. However, as his forest-green eyes took in the sight of the stranger, he could see Ivory. He could see her in his facial features, in his movements, in his frame. There was something oddly similar between the pair. With a non-existent brow raised, the teenager took a seat beside the white frame of Ivorymoon.

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Dark, forest-green eyes shone through the dim halls of the Bloodclan Church. Belonging to the growing figure of Jeremiah, his heavy paws thumped ungracefully against the cobbled flooring, whilst his thick plume of a tail dragged behind him. He was only just entering his teenage years, but the muscles beneath his cream fur suggested that he was much older than he was. Only a quick look at his round, wide kitten-like eyes and his baby face would show his immaturity. He was practically still a child, but displayed an unsettling amount of arrogance which he inherited from his father. He desperately wanted to follow in the paw-steps of his father, and it often clouded his judgement in who he was himself, although he was big and strong - he was delicate emotionally, and his hyper-masculinity was just a method to hide his vulnerability.

Whilst lost in thought, Jeremiahs green gaze settled on the kitten that was greedily enjoying torturing and devouring the mouse. He observed the tiny creature struggling for its life, wrinkling his freckled nose as the scent of blood wafted through his nostrils. He should have been used to the sight of death, being a bloodclanner and the offspring of bloodclans notorious couple, but Jeremiah was oddly sensitive. Not that anyone knew that, of course.

"Didn't your mother teach you not to play with your food." His gruff voice rumbled jokingly to the kitten, milky white teeth gleaming through his crooked boyish smile as he lowered on to his haunches beside Sable.

The sound of high-pitched mewling reached Jeremiah’s large, tufted ears as he roamed slowly through the Bloodclan grounds. The Maine-coon turned quickly on his heels, huge white paws thumping heavily against the cool ground, allowing his sense of hearing to guide him to where the strange noises were coming from.

A kitten? Jeremiah cocked his head slightly, a puzzled expression contouring his face. He wasn’t sure what to do . . . he was only entering his teenage moons and had no experience when it came to kits. He placed a single ivory paw forward, and lowered his head to meet the gaze of the kitten with his wide, forest-green eyes. “Hello, kitten.” A low, gruff voice rumbled through his throat. Her tiny body was trembling as the harsh winds of the approaching winter howled and Jeremiah gently placed his muscular body beside her. His cream fur was thick, long, and the lion-like mane of fur around his throat blew softly in the wind.

Jeremiah was sympathetic for the young molly - she was alone and terrified. Although no one would ever know, but he often felt that way himself.

“Where is your family?”

Jeremiah watched the kitten, his forest-green gaze glimmering with amusement as the kitten pounced in an attempt at hunting the little mouse. The huge maine-coon had a soft spot for kittens, although he was almost reaching adulthood himself, Jeremiah was still kitten-like himself. He wasn't the best of hunters however, his bulky muscles and clumsy footing made every prey within a nearby radius aware of his presence. A deep chuckle rumbled from his throat, and the cream-hued feline lifted his large ivory paws to pad forth to Lolita and Wynn. "You'll get it next time, kid."

The large Maine coon’s lumbering gait carried his body to the back of the forming crowd, his side green eyes looking silently up at his leader.