Juncostar
shadowclan leader
Juncostar was a common sight within the camp, socializing and making a scene with any-cat and every-cat who'd give him the slightest bit of attention. Though recently he'd kind of withdrawn, today he seemed to be back in his cheerful mood. When his eyes fell on a familiar form, he said his goodbyes to the group he was currently in, turning his paws toward Chester. Since his injury, and being dragged back to the ShadowClan camp, Juncostar had felt responsible for checking in with the kittypet, if only to make sure he was comfortable. On his way toward the tom, he stopped at the freshkill pile to pick up a robin for them to share.
Dropping the bird right at Chester's paws, the grey tom flashed a bright smile. "Hey there," he greeted, turning to settle himself down beside the other tom. Reaching a paw over, he dragged the robin toward himself to begin working at the feathers on it. Between struggling with them, he attempted to make conversation. "'Figured we could share a meal, yeah?" he offered, tail flicking behind him as he awaited a response.
Juncostar
shadowclan leader
(he/him)
The smile that Chester offered him was so genuine, it almost made Juncostar a little uncomfortable. He'd never been the best with emotions or vulnerability, and seeing some-cat so open and free with their emotions-- even positive ones-- was a bit unsettling. He'd gotten pretty good at hiding his discomfort, however, and managed to only express it in a light tapping of his forepaws against the ground beneath him. Chester certainly was a friendly one. Perhaps that was why he'd always made friends with the grumpy type.
Eyes widening as the kittypet stood awkwardly, leg kind of just dangling behind him, Juncostar jumped to his paws. "Chester, wait--" he blurted, but broke off when he saw the determination in the other tom's eyes. It was admirable, how Chester could stand there with a broken leg, still begging to be useful to the Clan that was taking care of him. It was weird to see that kind of drive in a kittypet, and the ShadowClanner was taken aback for a moment. He opted to fall silent and simply watch as the tom lowered himself into a crouch. It was pitiful; Juncostar didn't know if it was just that his leg was broken or if Chester truly just lacked any sort of skill. It could be improved on, though; he wasn't a lost cause.
"Hmm..." the tom hummed, looking closely at Chester's form. "Well, ya got some work to do, but it's not too bad," he complimented, nodding in approval. Stepping closer, he used his tail to tap lightly on Chester's hip. "It's gonna be a lot harder with that leg, but your hips gotta be more level. You want to distribute your weight evenly between all your paws, so that you can walk more quietly." He next tapped Chester's tail, walking around behind him. "And your tail's gotta be straight behind you; don't let it touch the ground while you're walking." Rounding back to stand in front of the kittypet, Juncostar flashed a grin. "Otherwise, you got a good base. We can definitely work with this, and get'cha hunting perfectly."
Chester
House Cat
Grinning brightly at Juncostar, his feathery tail was waving back and forth in happiness. So many new things! Chester was extremely excited. The brown and golden tabby had suddenly got up, dragging his broken leg that was still wrapped with sticks and a small piece of bark behind him. He knew that Waspsight would be lecturing him later on about caring for his cast.. But Chester wanted to experience the warrior life just like the others did! It wasn’t a secret that Chester was often overlooked due to his kittypet roots. Stars, Even Mercuryrose looked at him before squinting and walking off, however it was normal as it appeared she didn’t like much felines so it was perhaps a normal occurrence.
“I want you to teach me a couple of things.” Chester had declared, ignoring the small pain in his leg. So long as he didn’t add much pressure, everything would be fine. The smaller tom looked at the Shadowclan leader with a half grin, he didn’t want to be useless anymore! At least Chester could contribute to the clan while he was healing, even if it was just tidying the nests in the elders’ nests. The brown and golden tabby was confident that Juncostar would teach him everything that he needed to know. “I want to learn how to hunt properly.” Chester said, starting to crouch down.
However, it looked poor as the house cat couldn’t fully crouch down to his leg casting. Letting out a small grunt in frustration, Chester had just wanted to actually contribute to the clan rather than just sitting there like chopped liver. Looking up at Juncostar with a bright grin, his feathery tail flicked for a moment. Since Chester had been raised around Golden Retrievers, he certainly inherited their personalities. “Alright, is this good enough?” Chester questioned, lowering himself even more. Positioning his leg that was covered until it the house cat was lightly on all four feet. It was certainly a progress compared to a couple of days ago.
Juncostar
shadowclan leader
(he/him)
He could see the inner debate clear in Chester's eyes as the other tom considered the bird. It was amusing watching him hesitate, as though afraid of the prey they ate in the forest. At his awkward apology, Juncostar giggled once more. "Don't worry; it's cute," he teased, giving the kittypet a bump with his shoulder in an attempt to reassure him. He watched as Chester finally took a bite from the robin, his eyes glowing brightly as he suddenly announced how much he enjoyed it. His smile grew bright, his tail flicking happily.
"Didn't I tell ya?" he purred, "Robins are one'a my favorites." He gestured toward the freshkill pile across camp with his tail in response to Chester's next question. "We eat lots of different things. Usually different birds, some mice or voles sometimes, and even frogs and lizards come newleaf and greenleaf," he explained, "I don't really like frogs, myself, but that's mostly 'cause they got weird skin to bite through. Lizards are tasty, though. You'll be able to try lots'a prey while you're here; I'll make sure you're well fed."
Winchester
House Cat
The brown and golden tabby tom frowned for a couple of moments, looking at the Robin. Everything about the forest and clan life was so foreign to Chester, it sometimes felt overwhelming. The slim house cat looked down at the piece of prey, remembering some of the other house cats that had boosted about catching birds on their fences. Chester hadn’t been one of those cats, instead admiring the winged animals from his window. One thing was for certain, The tom was certainly a softie. It was probably why he got teased at a young age, Chester had always been so sensitive.
With his small poke, Chester began poking the bird and watched Juncostar taking the bird with his paw and began plucking the feathers on it. They were pretty red. A frown appeared on his face when the Shadowclan leader had declared this was better than the usual feline food that were given to the house cats, but was it true? Usually Chester’s owners would give him these kind of wet food that claimed to be natural.. But the small tom wasn’t sure if the companies were truthful in that statement.
“I’m sorry, I feel like a newborn kitten.” Chester chuckled awkwardly, as he was certain that a kitten would probably be more behaved than him. Letting out a soft sigh, he looked down at the animal. There was always a first time for everything. Sniffing the bird, it wasn’t until the brown and golden tabby took a tiny bite and began munching on it. It was quite an interesting taste, it was chewy and delicious! Letting out a soft hum, his blue eyes were shining “This is the best thing I’ve had” Winchester exclaimed before taking another bite. Looking up at the leader, his eyebrows furrowed “Do you guys eat this all the time or another animal?” Chester questioned him, taking quick bites. He was a hungry boi!
Juncostar
shadowclan leader
(he/him)
His eyes glittered with amusement as he watched the kittypet poke the robin, as though he wasn't sure what it actually was. A goofy grin grew across his face, a giggle bubbling at his lips. "Wildlife food, huh?" he teased gently, giving the other tom a nudge. He paused a moment, trying to figure out a way to describe the taste of a robin. "Y'know, I've never been asked that," he admitted, "I dunno if I could tell ya. 'Might as well just try it for yourself."
Juncostar leaned forward to pluck the last few feathers from the bird, dropping them onto the little pile he'd made. He pushed the featherless robin toward Chester then, flashing him a reassuring grin. "I promise you-- once you try our freshkill out here, you'll never wanna go back to eating that dusty, crunchy stuff they give ya," he vowed.
Chester
Kittypet
His feathery tail was wrapped neatly around his paws, his light blue eyes looking around the camp with unease. It had been incredibly tense around Shadowclan as of late, mainly due to another camp visiting and wanting kits that were fathered by a male of that clan. Chester’s blue eyes we’re scanning the area, noticing how a couple of felines were silent. A couple of others were talking about the latest gossip of the nursery or the new arrival: himself. Letting out a soft sigh, Chester tightened the grip of his tail around his paws as he couldn’t help but feel slightly uncomfortable within that moment.
Chester had felt like an outsider looking in at clan business.
The golden and brown tabby tom’s eyes widened as he was certainly surprised when Juncostar had approached him. His leg that was currently casted with wooden skates holding it together as it was recovering from a broken leg. It had been almost a week since Chester had arrived in Shadowclan. After deciding to sneak away from his house and go exploring, Chester had taken a horrible fall down a hill due to the slippery mud from the night before. Thankfully a Shadowclan patrol had found him and brought the injured feline back to camp. The good news? His leg would make a smooth recovery after some time. The bad news? Chester wouldn’t be able to return home anytime soon. Looking at the bird that was dropped at his paws, Chester frowned for a moment.
He hadn’t been used to wildlife food, instead had dined on kibble and wet food his entire life. The other house cats had deemed that wildlife food was terrible, he hadn’t properly eaten since coming here. “Um… Sure!” Chester said, poking the bird for a moment with a toe bean before watching Juncostar retrieve it. “I will be honest, I’ve never really tried.. Wildlife food before.” Chester confessed, frowning. The small tom was quite curious, did fresh-kill taste good? Or did the feral felines eat it because there wasn’t anything else in the wild.
“What does it taste like?”