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Last time Rottenpaw had met up with Huntleigh he had been a scraggly little thing with bright eyes that danced with a devious demeanor. Now he was taller, more sickly looking in appearance. The light in his eyes was smaller, burned brighter than before, danger flickered in his amber gaze, a rabid kind of look that suggested he bites. His tail was missing some patches of fur, some of his fur grew shorter on some areas of his tail than others. His dark fur hid most of the bite wounds and claw scrapings, but he must have taken a beating recently on account of the freshly caked blood scattered about his pelt. He had stood up to his mom that morning, though that being an apprentice meant he couldn't get beaten anymore. But he was too malnourished to be strong enough to push his mom off. He wasn't fed enough to have any strength. Any prey he was given was spoiled, it was a part of his step fathers punishment towards him.
Now Huntleigh was trying to patch him up, only his friend had no idea what he was doing, "Ow, ow, ow. OW!" Rottenpaw said, looking back at what his friend did that could have possibly hurt that much, "Y'know, it's fine, this is just turning into another torture session. Thanks for trying," He said as he immediately began to lick at his wounds. Huntleigh was his only friend, period. He was the only person that understood what it was like to get the short end of the stick from a family who could care less about you. "How have you been?" He winced, trying to make conversation while he tried to pry off all the herbal ingredients his friend had tried to apply on. He wasn't even sure if these were actual herbs used to heal.
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 9, 2020 19:04:42 GMT -5
The first time Huntleigh had met Rottenkit, the tyke's eyes had hardened over. It was shortly after his family left for Sunclan. He was grateful for the attention that Sean and Shule showered on him, but he really needed someone around his age to hang out with. And those in the Regime tended to avoid him for his attitude and anger issues. Now his dark pelt was coming in fully, making him look more and more like Duskslayer with each passing day. Huntleigh couldn't imagine the struggles Rottenpaw faced, now basically an edgy little prince of the regime.
But just as shafted by his family. It's what made him and Rottenpaw get on so well. What made him at least try and help his friend. But Huntleigh was leaning towards mercenary, unable to tell a bay leaf from a dock leaf. He just grabbed what he could find from the stores to help. The only thing he got right was a single poppy seed that was off to the side. Now he was just trying to treat the wounds with burdock root. Not chewed up, just the root itself. Huntleigh must have hit a nerve, leaning back some at Rottenpaw's outburst. "Sorry, man." He was genuinely sad, but also relieved that he could stop playing doctor. He tossed the root to the side, along with the other herbs that were too nasty for him to chew. "Same as ever. Nothing changes around here. If he comes, it's by himself and only to see Shule. Rest stopped coming after I got into another fight with Allaria." He jumped on the chance to talk about himself. "What about you? You finally hit the big -paw at least."
"Your SunClan family sounds like a bunch of spoiled hogs, what even the heck is wrong with them? At least you have your grandparents, but still, place is boring as the dark forest, no offense. I bet if I could be a cadet here we would do everything together, stay up past the grown ups, maybe sneak out late and prank SunClan. Just loads of fun," He grinned at his friend, but sighed, "I couldn't leave my siblings though, I'm not like your siblings, I just couldn't. But if I knew they were safe I'd keep you company all the time. And thanks for trying to help," Rottenpaw said, licking Huntleigh across the shoulder in gratitude.
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 13, 2020 13:53:05 GMT -5
"Yeah, I just don't get them. It's like my dad can do no wrong, but then look at all this." Everyone liked Duskslayer too much, in Huntleigh's opinion. Painting the world as wrong and he right was the only way he could even get through this. He laughed, reaching over to poke Rottenpaw on the shoulder but he thought better of it, returning his paw back in front of himself. "Offense taken. But you're right. Not even season changes, just tunnels. I could already imagine you as a cadet. We could sneak out, terrorize the clans then slip away into the tunnels. I'd love to raise some hell in Winterclan or Dayclan, give those parents of your's something real to fear."
Huntleigh's laugh turned into a soft, almost remorseful smile as Rottenpaw spoke. It hurt to see his friend so hurt. He wish he could just rip him and his siblings away from Winterclan. Huntliegh was careful, placing his paw over Rottenpaw's. "You're a good dude, Rottenpaw. Better than most. And your stupid foster parents couldn't change my mind. We'll get back at them someday."
His paw shook briefly underneath Huntleigh's, but he held his smile, even pulled back the edges of his lip more. That was about the most visible emotional scar he had, shaking just at the touch of another cats paw. The instinct served him well in WinterClan, everyone who so much as touched him felt they had punished him well they felt him shaking. But in reality even when he felt mentally fearless he wasn't. In fact, no one had ever touched him just to be nice to him before, he was six moons old and this was the first time he felt any act of love. "Thank-you Huntleigh," He said leaning into the tom just to feel what it was like to embrace someone. He had done so with Dottymask before, but it was never real, but this felt nice. Nice in short doses, he pulled away.
"I don't have to go yet, we could maybe play around a little longer before any adults find us?" Rottenpaw offered. Usually he never offered to stay longer than he normally would or else his tail would look like a rats the next day from his mom, but he was feeling brave.
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 22, 2020 17:45:34 GMT -5
Huntleigh's touch was light, gentle enough for Rottenpaw to push him away. It wasn't like this was the first time he'd seen Rottenpaw's reaction to touch. And it was a slow process for him to let Huntleigh touch him. "It's okay. Deep breaths." Huntleigh moved a little, so only his paw pad was on Rotten's paw, his toes resting against the floor. He found most of his family very touchy, so it was a completely different world.
He had to control himself to not just suffocate Rottenpaw, hold him and not let him go. Huntleigh could only let himself be leaned into. Hating to see Rottenpaw go, he jumped on the chance for him to stay longer. "Really? Awesome. We should go mess up my granpa's rock collection. I can try and find you something to eat before you go."
Rottenpaw smiled at his friends excitement, "Yeah," He said in reply, "Your grandpa collects rocks? Is he a witch?" he asked rather seriously. The only times he saw people using rocks in WinterClan were witches who would bless crystals to use in healing. He had seen herbs a few times, but most witches never used them, to him they seemed like poor healing instruments as they usually were. Most herbs in WinterClan were useless, they were about the only thing he was lucky to get if he were injured, which meant most of the herbs were shriveled up with barely anything useful left in them. A poor mans option really.
"Hey um... Can you teach me how to fight?" He asked, his paw rubbing against his other leg, "I'm not learning anything in WinterClan, they won't teach us how to fight back, I want to be able to defend myself even if I am kept weak. I'd at least like to know good formation or anything to have a fighting chance."
Post by strawberrycupid on Nov 13, 2020 16:22:21 GMT -5
"Maybe. What do witches even do?" Huntleigh led Rottenpaw through the tunnels. It was a maze to anyone else, but to Huntleigh it was home. Each tunnel connected to another in a zig zag sort of way. To him, it was straightforward enough. "Oh and yeah, all I do is practice fighting anyway."
"Most of the time, Sean just stares at them. If I show any interest, he goes on long tangents about each and how they look even though I'm right there." Partway through, he told Rottenpaw to stay as he slipped into Post Echo. The few scouts they had were talking among themselves, and it only took a white lie from Huntleigh to get him to return with a squirrel in his mouth.
"But our goal is to move every other rock slightly to the right. Sean hates that. And if anything breaks, it'll be our heads on sticks. I'm serious here. If Sean doesn't do it, Shule will. And I still need them on my side." When the pair reached the room, he put the squirrel down in front of Rottenpaw for him to eat. "Let's see. You'll be facing cats bigger than you, right? Getting under and scratching the belly is a classic. Other places you'll want to hit are eyes, nose, throat. Anywhere that can make a lot of blood and debilitate them."
Post by Honeystorm on Nov 29, 2020 14:34:30 GMT -5
Shule hadn't been expecting to run into her grandson. Least of all with someone else with him, a cat with WinterClan scent no less. Of course, the Commander immediately noticed the tom's decrepit state, and the prey Huntleigh was offering Rottenpaw. She paused in her trek to wherever she'd been headed to look at the pair. "Who's this, Huntleigh?" She didn't sound angry, though with her voice being calm and neutral it was difficult to tell what she was thinking. The black she-cat just kept looking at Rottenpaw, like she was trying to figure something out in her mind.
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 3, 2020 16:50:57 GMT -5
Huntleigh still jumped in surprise when Shule approached them. He was talking loud enough for the whole regime to hear, but he was grateful it was his grandma and not someone else. His wild blue gaze went to Rottenpaw, then Shule, then back to Rottenpaw in thought. Then his expression brightened. Of course, who better to ask for help than Shule? "Hey, this is a good thing actually." He reassured Rottenpaw before turning to Shule. "Grandma, this is Rottenpaw. He's from Winterclan." Huntleigh still spoke to his regime family warmly, an entirely different persona than what he normally showed, "And they're treating him real bad. I, uh, tried to help." Huntleigh laughed a little, gesturing to his poor attempts to bandage up Rottenpaw.
"You did well in helping him, Huntleigh. I'm sure the Guiders will appreciate your efforts when they get a chance to look him over." Shule nodded to her grandson, offering the tom a small smile that was relatively rare for the stoic feline, with the exception of when she was alone with her family. Then her gaze turned to Rottenpaw, lingering there for a long moment. The likelihood the answer to the question in her mind was yes was very small, but she chose to ask it anyway. "Rottenpaw, are you Bluejay's son, by chance? I promise you, there is no wrong answer to that question. If WinterClan is hurting you, you're welcome to stay as long as you feel necessary."
Especially if this was Bluejay's kit, which would confirm her suspicions that they were being abused, Shule wanted to be clear that the Regime would be a safe haven for him.
"Witches take care of cats, but not demons," Rottenpaw explained, listening closely to his friend as he continued on about random things. For most cats getting off topic was annoying, but to Rottenpaw he hung onto Huntleigh's every word. It must be exciting to have a mentor who wanted you to succeed. Or have someone in your life that wanted to spend so much time with you that they'd share with you their passions. He never had anyone in his life like that except for Huntleigh. When Huntleigh came back with the squirrel his eyes shined, an animalistic instinct taking over him as he tore into the prey the moment it was placed onto the ground. But mid bite he stiffened before Shule had even walked in, an unnatural sixth sense taking over him as he quickly dropped the prey. His heart seized up watching the commander step into the den space. He wondered if she could smell demons, know what he was. She seemed calm, but he expected the black she-cat to snap at him any moment now, it wouldn't be difficult.
Rottenpaw hunched down as Huntleigh addressed him, he had never shown Huntleigh just how fearful he could be, but he couldn't hide the fear scent in the air. How could Huntleigh just say where he was from? It wouldn't be long until Commander Shule would put together the pieces that he was a demon. At least Wintrystar was merciful, she let him and his siblings live when no other leader would take pity on any demons lives.
He whimpered at Commander Shule's question, she knew, some part of her knew what he was just at a glance. It wasn't surprising, he knew he resembled his mother. But her acting considerate threw him off, what was she trying to get out? His mind couldn't even wrap around the idea that she might be actually genuine. Any sign of kindness was always deceitful. "I'm Dottymask and Silverfury's son," He assured her in order to not entirely lie to a leader. Rottenpaw turned to Huntleigh with distrust in his eyes, but seeing his friends still level headed expression he began to calm down. Huntleigh wasn't afraid and Huntleigh was the only person in the whole world who cared about him. Maybe the commander could be trusted. "But my real mom is Bluejay," He added in a smaller voice as he for once moved in close to Huntleigh, abandoning his prey. Rottenpaw smelled wretched, which was clearly one reason he tried to distance himself from people, but it was the first time he actually felt there was someone who would protect him.
Anger blossomed in Shule's chest. She would have been furious no matter who it was Wintrystar was treating this way, but seeing as how long they'd been cut off from Bluejay, she could feel the rage rising into her throat. But she saw Rottenpaw's fear, and choked the feeling back down, deep down so that he couldn't see it, wouldn't fear her. "Rottenpaw, my name is Commander Shule. I am Bluejay's aunt." The mostly black feline offered back, her tone soft, expression perhaps more gentle than Huntleigh had ever seen. "You are safe here in the Regime."
She took a slow step closer to the tom, and gently motioned towards the prey. "Feel free to eat, you need it. If you're okay with it, there's someone else I'd like you to meet. His name is Lex, he's a Scout here in the Regime, and he's Bluejay's father. He would be so, so happy to meet you. And I swear on my own life that he will not hurt you." Shule waited where she stood, trying to look nonthreatening to him.
Rottenpaw didn't move from Huntleigh's side, studying Commander Shule carefully. Huntleigh had told him all about their awful family, but he had always said that his grandparents treated him kindly. "I don't trust cats. I only trust Huntleigh," Rottenpaw said, turning to look at his friend to see what he thought. He was taught to remember one important thing at all times, he was a rotten demon. Not even the same species as the rest of WinterClan, he was born wrong and awful. But by isolating him into a separate species he found he preferred it, he didn't like cats, he just liked demons, his family. But then again that had to mean his grandfather was a demon too and he lived here? Connecting the dots his mind was racing, wondering if Lex was beaten as much as he was, how he survived it all. "Do you think it will be okay to meet Lex?" He asked Huntleigh, hoping he would say yes.
He still hesitated to approach his prey again, not even coming close to it since Shule walked into the room. Ever since becoming an apprentice he had learned to never eat prey when anyone was around. If his mother spotted him eating too much he was quickly punished. Or if his clan mates spotted him they would mock him for eating their dirty prey. Eating was never a thing he looked forward to.
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 7, 2020 0:32:08 GMT -5
Huntleigh watched the interaction between the two, letting himself stay still as Rottenpaw crowded behind him. Sure, he had heard all this. About how Rottenpaw and the others were treated like demons, but for some reason, it never clicked how deep it went until now. To hear everyone referred to as cats, only himself excluded. But, Rottenpaw looked a lot like Huntleigh, a cat. It felt so obvious, but he wasn't in Rottenpaw's skin. What was Winterclan really like?
As for Lex, he really only ran across the tom a few times. Better him then say Havilah or Eartha. "Yeah." Huntleigh turned a bit to face Rottenpaw, letting his confusion fall off his face and replaced it with a smile, "Lex is cool. One time, he definitely saw me setting up a prey trap badly in the wrong spot and just walked on by. Cat that got caught in it wasn't happy but it was pretty funny." He laughed at the memory, trying something, anything to help cheer Rottenpaw up. Though he was definitely in trouble again, and glanced over at Shule with guilt on his face. "Oh, and sorry. Shouldn't have told someone your deal so early. But I really think Shule and Lex can help."
Rottenpaw nodded his head slowly, his tail wrapped around his body tightly. But even through his excitement to see his grandfather he was scared. What if WinterClan could smell demons, they would know he'd been with another. It wasn't like he could just decide not to return either, what if WinterClan told his siblings that they killed him? Then they would be too afraid to leave someday like he did.
"Huntleigh, does Renegade Regime like demons?" Rottenpaw asked, barely above a whisper. The question felt stupid, everyone hated demons, it was impossible for him to not believe that, but then again it was weird how accepting the commander seemed of him and his grandfather.
Post by strawberrycupid on Feb 4, 2021 15:48:58 GMT -5
Wait, did they? Huntleigh wasn't really sure. It never really came up. Today was the first day he learned Lex was a demon in the first place. Not that he would have noticed any sort of element, his own nullified the one's around him. "Yeah." He at least knew better than to say no, wanting to comfort his friend no matter what, "Demons are cool. Winterclan is just stupid."
(We can end this one so we can start a new rp with them older ^-^)
Rottenpaw's fidgeted with his claws a bit before shaking his head, "I can't, not this time, I should go back soon and if I meet him I'll never want to leave. They'll be too many questions, but... Soon. As soon as I can I want to meet Lex," He decided, a bolder look in his eyes than before. For once there was a small spark in his eyes that leaned more to burning than it did burning out.
