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there was a stranger standing outside the shadowclan camp.

in the pouring rain, it was hard to tell what kind of cat it was. mud caked the feline's long coat, their fur sinking down to the swamp floor under the weight of rainwater. the rain made it hard to fish out the stranger's scent as well, but to any shadowclanner who knew every one of their clanmates as well as the fur on their back, this was no clan cat.

"aaaahhh, shut your friggin' trap," the cat hissed to a noise that was muted by the showers, though there was a clump of something furry on the ground that tossed and shivered on the muddy forest floor. although the stranger's voice was rough and raspy, it became clear that it belonged to someone of feminine build. "so goddamn annoying." despite her offensive words, the cat pulled the tiny clump of fur closer to her stomach where it mewled tremors into her cold skin.

then without warning, the stranger raised her chin and released a chilling howl through the rainy night air. "HEY!" she yelled, her voice slicing through the forest. "I KNOW YOU MAGGOT EATING SHITS ARE IN THERE! GET YOUR ASSES OUT HERE!"

and when someone would answer her calls, whoever the poor victim should be, she would snarl out, "fucking finally. i'm here to talk to lionstar, the old shit. and sorrelfire, if the dumb nut is still even alive and kicking."

the cat rose to her paws, pleased at the appearance of another. rather than aggravating her, rosepaw's sharp tongue seemed to entertain her, the words provoking a sharp cackle that whipped at the air. "it got your prissy ass a'running, didn't it?" the cat offered a maniacal grin, her teeth glinting in the darkness as she licked her lips. "yada yada. i forgot how fucking mouthy y'all are. with all the shit leaving your mouth you could pass of as one of those fish-breathers living by the damn river."

although the rogue remained calm as the apprentice advanced closer and even made a gesture of sardonically patting her on the forehead, a faintly troubled look entered her eyes at the news. stoically, she muttered, "the old wench is leader of you maggot-ridden kunks, huh?" the change was gone as soon as it came however, and the feline returned a sneer of her own as if rosepaw's deadly smile was merely amusing to her. "sorrel may not come out of shame of what this nutjob clan has become under her ratty paws, especially with their oh so lovely poster-girl at the front."

"as much as i enjoyed our chat, twinkletoes, looking at you is straining my precious eyes. i suppose i should get going, though let me ask for another favor before i leave: tell sorrelfire her lovely russetstorm has a present for her, won't you?" the rogue picked up the sad clump of fur by her side by its scruff, tossing it forward so it rolled forward to rosepaw's paws with a startled squeak. she straightened up in relief, sighing heavily. "do whatever the hell you want with it. keep it, throw it away, or eat it as a little midnight snack for all i care. you probably need the food, don't you? broke my back hunting for your ungrateful asses 'nough times now that i think about it."

((i love rosepaw sm lmao))

GENERAL .

✧ havoc — havockit — havocpaw — havocstorm

— cis-female, feminine pronouns

— 1 moon ages whenever the rper feels like it(probably a moon on the twelfth of every month)

— orientation unknown

— shadowclan + kit

IMPORTANT INFORMATION .

✧ HEADCANONS

(07/03)

— aspires to be a leaf

— really doesn't like her name

— frogs are friends not food

PHYSICALITY .

✧ INFO \ HEALTH: 100%

— a pretty, ruddy somali she-cat with glittering eyes. her body is lithe and muscular, her build a display of strength combined with youth. her eyes, emerald-like, are very expressive and often betray her inner thoughts when she's up to mischief. her long coat is a fiery red, with accents of black along her tail and white faintly dusting her face.

PERSONALITY .

✧ INQUISITIVE, PLAYFUL, SENSITIVE

(7/26)

— at this point in time, havoc harbors an intense curiosity to the world around her and the framework of the clan she lives in, boldly leaving the nursery on her own without hesitation and exploring the camp. her memory is very poor and for now she recognizes a select few amount of cats. despite being abandoned by her mother she expresses no need for a motherly presence and gets by with just watching the workings of clan life around her. however, she craves attention and becomes sulky when someone ignores her or pays attention to something other than her. already, havockit is beginning to show signs of competitiveness with her fellow kits.

RELATIONS.

— parents

russetstorm x npc

— siblings

n/a

— children

n/a

— mentorships

n/a

— romantic relationships

n/a

— close friends

n/a

— enemies

n/a

INTERACTION .

✧ PHYSICAL DIFFICULTY \ MENTAL DIFFICULTY

— will/won't start fights \ will/won't end fights \ mercy?

— will/won't confront violence \ will they run away? \ any other notes

trusts: pigeonpaw

distrusts: names here

MISCELLANEOUS .

— penned by sunchips.

((i tried to reply to everyone as much as i could!!! i'm so sorry if i didn't, it's partially my fault for being so slow at replying haha))

shadowclanners seemed to roll in by the numbers, and the rouge, russetstorm, drank them in with a mere flick of her ears, though her eyes were focused on the apprentice who most willingly approached her kit. this time her muscles tensed as if she was prepared to lash forward, eyes narrowing to scrutinize the apprentice's actions carefully. russetstorm watched as her kit wiggled appreciatively closer to pigeonpaw's warmth, the faint mewls dying down to a quaking silence, the tenseness then melting out of her bones when she saw no threat to her small bundle of life. she then drew her eyes to the kits that had approached. first, to canarykit who she observed like a measly mouse with no meat on its bones, and then to rabbitkit who she curled her lip at as if looking at a sentient pile of dung.

the feline cawed jeeringly at the kit who had glided past, much akin to a "screeching crow," before the appearance of a warrior caught her attention. "no," russetstorm scoffed to hornetsting, her voice dry. "i'm it's father." despite her retort, the words seemed to burn the cat and she stiffened, defensive. "i sure hope you aren't a warrior. what a disgrace it is, to have apprentices and kits running out before you and knowing your duty better than you do. have all of you maggot eaters become too lazy to run properly on your feet?"

for a moment the cat bristled at the crowd that assembled, her matted fur trembling high over her body. but then she fell lax, the scent of something—someone—hauntingly familiar invading her senses. she rose once more, gem eyes glittering in the darkness.

"sorrel," she said softly, though her voice became a whisper in the loud rain and it melded into the thick air, unheard. the fire quelled within her and she observed the shadowclan leader with drooping eyes, like the sight in front of her was an image she'd once seen in her dreams. perhaps sorrelfire—sorrelstar, would be surprised to see her, for russetstorm was a hazy mirage of what she had once been. her once pretty fur clung to her thin body, and instead of the slender, strong muscle that had once hugged her joints there were thin bones jutting out from underneath her skin. even under the dirt and grime her fur was dull and lacked the gloss it once had, scars and mud masking what had been a deceivingly gorgeous face. russetstorm offered a wry smile, for maybe she had realized the irony in how much sorrelstar had risen while she had fallen. the softness in the rogue's eyes was gone as quick as it had came. she gave the leader a terrible twist of her chops and laughed.

"if it isn't the resident one-eye." she eyed the sniveling kit again, watching blankly as pigeonpaw pulled the clump of fur into her jaws. the miserable thing blinked blindly with its small, blurry blue eyes, looking unseeingly at the dark world around it. russetstorm dipped her head, eyes shut. "abandonment was a gift." she glanced at tansyface with a raise of her tail, gesturing to give her a moment to speak before escorting her out.

"i hadn't planned for there to be a second time." her voice was cold this time, not necessarily jeering. "her name is havoc," russetstorm said, raising her voice so the apprentice that was retreating with her child could hear her words even as she departed from the scene. "or havockit, concerning your god-awful naming rules. you will raise her as a pretty, ignorant little fool with a mother who died for her clan. and then she will grow up and die as well, having loved shadowclan till her death." she turned to sorrelstar, eyes sad. "you'll do that for me, won't you?"

for a moment she looked at the leader with an unreadable expression, before turning to the two warriors who stood around her with a scowl. "come now, you worms. why don't you do your job for once and escort me out of this wreck of a place?" and then she padded away without waiting for their assistance as if she knew the grounds under her like the back of her paws.

hello!!! this is my smol bean havoc, she's a very troublesome and chaotic child, pls plot with her????

ideas/open to ;;

- her mother abandoned her so i like the idea of her becoming attached to an older cat who she views as a parental figure. whoever this is will have a very large impact on havoc's character in future, since she'll probably idolize them and adopt their habits/quirks/a part of their personality!!

- friends?? havoc is super bossy and competitive(also a bit insensitive at this age), so making friends would be hard at first but she'll become super protective of them later on!!!

- she has absolutely no sense of danger whatsoever. she hurts herself a lot and is constantly plotting very suspicious things, so i would be up for someone getting exasperated with her and chastising her for her actions

- enemies; whether there's a kit who doesn't appreciate havoc's attitude or an older cat annoyed at her endless pestering, i'm always happy to involve her in some strained relationships too!!

- simple interaction threads

- if you want to know what havoc's first impressions on ur character would be feel free to ask and we can build off from there as well????

uhm hello would anyone like me to draw their kit?? i'm by no means an artist but i recently got paint tool sai and i would like the practice!!!

here's some of my art, i draw humans a lot so i suck at cats but that's why i'm practicing kfsjfs

click click click click

aa thank you all so much!! c,: i still have to improve a lot so i'll work hard!!!

ashfa i'd be willing to draw ur characters regardless of age, sorry if i was unclear!! i tend to refer to my cats as "kits" even though they're all full grown haaha ;u; if you'd allow me the honor of drawing ur small beans i would be happy to do so uwu

pigeonpaw.

aa yes pigeon!!! if i remember correctly she was one of the first cats to take havoc in under her paw, so i feel like havoc would have some sort of attachment to her??? uwu

would you like me to make the thread? oo:

havockit was still unused to the idea of meetings(and the ways of the clan in general), so when she heard briarthorn's voice echoing across camp she blearily lifted her head from her sleep, startled. it barely processed that she too was supposed to get up and attend this "quick meeting and some ceremonies," until the nursey around her stirred to life and suddenly the other kits were slipping out to sit below the rock as well.

eventually the kit tumbled out of the nursery to stand with her clanmates, strangely quiet due to having just woken from her sleep. she observed her surroundings, looking first at the deputy standing tall on the rock and then at rabbitkit, who stood a few ways in front of her. there was brightpaw and tansyface too, but for havockit who was still sprouting into the world like a half blossomed flower, their faces melded together. they were all the same to her. well, for now at least. havockit collapsed in a heap on the floor with her chin placed on her paws, a feeling she'd started to know as boredom slowly overtaking her like an itchy blanket.

a shadow came barreling out from the nursery, practically tripping over its own feet. if silentsparrow didn't get enough sleep it was clear that this tiny cat that was made from a thousand sparks had gotten too much, because she was practically bouncing on her feet.

"wanna go," she mewled in excitement, eyes round. it was clear she had no idea what the group intended on doing, but she at least seemed to realize that they were leaving the grounds of camp, which was far more appealing to her than staying in the nursery until sleep came back to her. havockit only noticed her fellow kit when the other hopped on one of the unsuspecting warriors' tails, jumping back in surprise upon discovering the creature that was smaller than even her.

the sight of moonkit reminded her of the cockroaches that darted in and out between the bushes alongside camp, the ones she liked to take the legs off of and watch as they squirmed helplessly on their backsides. havockit raised her paw in preparation to whack the other kit, ears and tail perked up.

the meowing echoing through the air tore havockit's attention away from where she was batting at a ball of crumbling moss, scratching at it with a single claw. she hovered a bit in confusion, following the noise with her nose pointed in the air as if she were trying to find the source of the sound through smell.

"wazzat?" she asked curiously, stretching out her claw towards the thing tied around the apprentice's neck. havockit had no idea who crescentpaw was, but the cream tendril roped around her set her apart from all of the other shadowclanners. havoc was curious of what the unfamiliar object was and what the purpose of it was, but her speech hadn't sharpened enough for her to properly express the curiosities she harbored.

pigeonpaw.

"weeee!"

a shrill noise disturbed the previously peaceful state of the camp, and havockit appeared in a puff of red fur and giggling teeth, suspended in the air with her claws bared. she'd climbed the tree to the elder's den and had been hanging there for a worrying amount of time, waiting for an unfortunate cat to pass by so she could descend upon their unsuspecting back.

to her delight this cat was perhaps one of her favorite cats in the clan, pigeonpaw. unfortunately havockit misjudged the distance between herself and the female's back so she landed on pigeonpaw's tail instead, rolling onto her side so she was hugging it with all four paws. "i'm a bird!" havockit yipped excitedly, burrowing her innocent claws into the apprentice's tail, unaware that she might be causing pain, although the tiny little things could barely bring harm to anyone at this point in time.

having been a motherless kitten but not being quite old enough to realize this yet meant she had latched herself onto the first comforting scent she encountered in order to fill the empty space by her side. and whether it was coincidental or not, that happened to be pigeonpaw. pigeonpaw's scent was something she could pinpoint from an entire crowd of shadowclanners, and the apprentice was probably one of the only cats havockit could recognize with her tiny memory.

often times the little kit waited for pigeonpaw to come back from training, patrols, or hunting, lying in wait at the entrance of camp. and when the apprentice walked past, havockit would jump out in an attempt to startle her, although she'd pulled that trick so many times for it to actually scare anyone anymore.

"piggy," she said, losing interest in her tail and wiggling underneath pigeonpaw. "wanna go out," havockit demanded, brows furrowed. "there," she whispered, pointing to the entrance of the camp with her tail.

((here it is, i hope this is ok??? sorry it got so long lol i tend to be very rambly c,:))

//tracking for until quail reaches camp!!

havockit locked gazes with the tired cat who had spoken first. her eyes became crossed when silentsparrow lowered herself to become level with her so she stumbled backwards with a delighted giggle, shaking her head. upon the warrior's inquiries she became silent however, tilting her head to the side.

"who?" she asked, confused by the word. mother? havockit often heard that word whispered in the depths of the nursery as she slept, but she didn't have this 'mother.' what was it? was it a creature she could hunt? the half-formed fragment of a question regarding what exactly a mother was sat on the tip of her tongue, but her attention was quickly dragged elsewhere by the tiny kit who existed across from her.

startled, havockit drew back at the sensation of a nose touching the pads of her paw. "boop..." she said after a moment, blinking in a mix of puzzlement and awe. she circled around the little thing with inquisitive sniffs and twists of her head, jumping back any time the kit made some sort of movement. havockit was still for a couple of heartbeats before she suddenly declared with finality, "mine." she watched the way moonkit hopped threateningly at the selection of tails that swished across the floor, and it became increasingly obvious that the more she watched the more jealous she became of the kit. she gave her own experimental bat of her paw at silentsparrow's tail, though she deflated in irritation when moonkit leapt at the appendage and nipped at it with a growl.

//i appreciate mom sparrow,,, and moonkit is so cute uwu