ghost town (requesting)

[fiery]

following the leader seemed to be a tradition within the clans. the leaders word is law, listen to your mentor, don't return to work until your medicine cat says, blah blah blah...

but in shadowclan, it seemed more in every warriors nature to break this tradition.

they traveled in V formation, the actual leader the patrol slightly ahead, while the other warriors bolstered her sides.

prey was scarce. it usually was. there wasn't a sign of a rodent, frog, or bird for many, many paces. aspencall looked glum as usual, feeling trapped on the hunting party. beside his mother, who also happened to be the leader, and his deputy; he felt rather claustrophobic. like he couldn't breathe.

sometimes he hated shadowclan.

stupid patrols, stupid hunts, stupid guard shifts.

sometimes he hated everything.

that time was today, when the weather was gloomy and the ground was wet, and his spirits were low. he didn't want to move, lest he risked his bones catching a cold ache or his head started spinning. but he had to move, it was his job. god, he hated feeling like this was his job. he should feel like this was a blessing. he wanted to feel like his fellow young warriors, who were in such awe that they were chosen by starclan to be born in the clans, and shadowclan of all places. they loved it. he didn't.

he scolded himself for thinking such a thing. it wasn't that he didn't love where he was, he loved the muggy smell of marsh on the breeze and the feeling of claws digging his pelt when he fought for his clan. but he didn't love the fact that each morning he woke up, he felt alone. so alone. and hungry.

his belly interrupted his thoughts with a growl, and he lifted his snowshoe head to finally start paying attention to his surroundings instead of his toes.

the wind previously battering them had stopped for a moment as they slowed in the shadow of the looming carrion place. the unnaturally straight architecture of the old, creaky building unsettled him, but he shook it off when the scent of prey hit his nose.

he tasted the air warily, unaware if they were in the presence of any starving loners. he tasted nothing other than rotting corpses, and gave a slight nod to his mother, letting her know he thought they were clear. at least for now, they were alone.

he'd let the older cats take the grace of leading them into the old building. hopefully, they could scavenge up some relatively fresh dead animals to bring home to shadowclan.

aspencall

requesting: Ciri for ivy, gemini for yarrow

[Ciri]

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She hated this place. She hated it with every fiber of her being, the carrion place. It was where twolegs left things they no longer wanted, food, animals, even odd structures with comfy places to lay. She didn't hate the place itself, but the idea of her clan having to rely on it for survival in the cold weather. If only she could bring more prey to the ShadowClan territory, that way her warriors wouldn't have to come here to scavenge. If only she could...[break][break]

She walked along with her chosen warriors, this patrol was a larger group. Ivystar had created it in the hope that they wouldn't need to return back to the carrion place during leaf-bare. It just became harder to search for edible food during the leaf-bare. They might even have better luck waiting for something to get hit by the monsters on the thunder path. But, that would be no way to run a clan, much less gather food. [break][break]

She eyed her fellow cats, they all seemed tired. Especially her son, he almost looked like he was only physically with them but far away mentally. She thought about asking him about it but figured it would be better to do so when it was only the two in private. Ivystar had only one guess about what Aspencall was thinking. His blood mother. She breathed out lightly at the thought of the last time they both saw her, very weak and pleading for her son to live. Ivystar knew Aspencall was always curious about his blood mother and her life, something Ivystar could never tell him about because she simply didn't know. She didn't even know his mother's name. She only hoped her son was happy living in ShadowClan, it wasn't the easiest life but it was better than the life staying with his mother would have been. However, she still wished she could let her son figure out whatever he wanted to know about his blood mother. [break][break]

Her focus shifted back to the journey to the carrion place, they were even closer to it now. Ivystar quickly looked back at Aspencall who had given her a nod for an all-clear though she still kept her guard up as they grew closer and closer. Ivystar gave a short flick of her tail as they were ready to enter the carrion place. Slowly, she began to lead the patrol into the carrion place, "Everyone stay alert."

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[gemini]

Yarrowclaw recalled a time when he had hated the idea of the Carrion place. Why should Shadowclan be reduced to rot-eaters? The other clans spoke about it in a way that a younger Yarrowclaw had thought was embarrassing. Now though, he found a strange – albeit, his opinion was probably his alone – sense of comfort in it. It was theirs, no other clan could or ever would take it from them. They couldn’t handle the rats, or the snakes that hid, nor could they traverse the two-leg made mountains that rose up, reeking of decay, steaming in the colder months as rot burned within their cores like some sort of ever burning fire. A cat couldn’t smell another over the stench, if they weren’t accustomed to it. Things that cats didn’t know about tickled at his nose; sour unnatural smells like the ones that permeated the grass and trees closest to the Thunderpath.

It was a place that only the toughest could go, and Shadowclan had that distinguishing honor. They hunted in a place that struck fear in the hearts of cats from the other clans. They owned a place that mothers and elders elsewhere told kits about to scare them of the savagery of Shadowclan. They weren’t savage, but they were survivors. The Carrion Place was nothing to fear, Yarrowclaw thought, but it took a certain type of cat, even within the clan, to be at ease within its boundaries. He kept his nose sharp, ears perked, and eyes opened for any wayward signs of danger, but otherwise the Shadowclan Deputy remained rather loose in his posture (well, as loose as he could be, his ever-present march still found its way in, even when his figure showed none of discomfort’s stiffness) as he walked alongside his leader, and her son.

He glanced at both of them, allowing Ivystar to lead the way in once they reached the entrance. It was quiet, the clouds, gloom, and the chill hanging in the air keeping anything of real danger away from the Carrion Place. It was their domain to control without worry today – or, so he assumed. He flicked his tail in acknowledgment to what Ivystar said, allowing her to lead the way, resisting the urge to just march in like a man with a mission – which, technically he was, but it was a mission he had to give up the control over, and follow like the diligent deputy he was. He had to support his leader. “It seems quiet today,” he meowed, “which area would you like to start in?” He cast his gaze around, studying the mounds around them, looking at the various things piled up. “Do you think that it would do best to go towards the back, and work up? There might be a pack of rats or two that we can snatch up.”

So sorry that this took me forever to get to, I didn't realize that I was tagged. Ciri fiery