pafp RUSHING IN MY EARS [confrontation]

[GRAVELSNAP]

➴➴ They failed.

They couldn't protect their clan from all-consuming fire, couldn't prevent Sunstar from losing his first life in an instant. They couldn't stop DuskClan's warriors from flooding into the camp, from slithering their way into the nursery like snakes in the night. Periwinklebreeze had lost his sister, his kit. Rattleheart had murdered one of the invading enemies, but Gravelsnap couldn't even defend themself from Rumblerain, let alone anyone else. And that's… that's the worst part of it all. Everything that they care about is dying, and there is nothing they can do to stop it. Only moons ago, things had been going right—how had control slipped from their grasp so quickly? They feel set adrift by it all, disconnected from the events that have occurred around them. They can't… do anything. They are helpless to change what's happening. It feels as though StarClan itself has cursed them, and Gravelsnap can only take so much.

Their nest in the medicine den smells of lungwort. Not long ago they had laid in that nest and been given the lifesaving herb, just before they'd confessed their love for their closest friend and then said goodbye to him for what they thought was the final time. But they had survived, and fought their way through life—and though the weight is once again off their chest, they can't help but wonder whether it will last. Periwinklebreeze knows their feelings, but the pointed queen has greater problems to worry about now. Will their love be pushed aside once again in favor of duty and grief? They shake their head, and the scent of lungwort fades. In its place the smell of marigold lingers, bitter and too-strong. Their wounds are coated in the foul-smelling herb, and Gravelsnap's nose wrinkles at the scent.

They cannot linger in the medicine den. Hobbling awkwardly on three legs, the warrior manages to stagger out into the middle of camp before settling onto the ground. Here, lying in the mess that's been made of their clan's camp, Gravelsnap can stare blankly at the hole that Rumblerain's entrance had poked into the gorse wall. They can't even help patch it up, their injury tugging too much at achingly sore nerves. They can only look around and try to ignore the growing emotions that threaten to burst from their chest—but when they catch a certain calico-spotted figure staring at them, their ears swivel backward and they glare at the apprentice. "What… do you want?" They snap, their ear flicking irritably. They don't have the patience for this, not today.

➼ maybe i’ve done enough

• ooc: pls wait for @Brackenpaw!
  
  

  So many things have slipped out of your grasp and from your control lately. It never feels nice to be thrown around like that, forced to catch up before you can even truly process your feelings, but here you are. Nothing feels right — your home was almost devoured by fire, your higher-ups are all in differing stages of grief, and the love of your life... well, that might as well be the worst part. It all keeps building up and there is no proper way to let off steam. Your day goes wrong, again, and someone says the wrong thing. You can't keep your anger leashed anymore.

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  GRAVELSNAP ❯❯ they/he, moor runner of windclan
  ⭃ average-sized black and white warrior who seems smaller than he is. speaks rarely and quietly.
  ⭃ sibling to slateheart
  ⭃ mentoring sheeppaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ⭃ penned by foxlore

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[Brackenpaw]

An all consuming fury blanketed Brackenpaw's other emotions, dulling out their senses and circles around them like a predator laying in wait for when they're at their weakest. It burns, like their lungs did at the fire. Like how their eyes did the night of the gathering. They don't sleep well in the days following, adding onto their already steep pile of spite and hatred. She didn't know when they had ever not felt like this but it was getting worse, normal buffering emotions like sadness or joy erode into a bitter tasting, ugly spite.

Irritable to the point where she was a hare trigger away from snapping. It felt like nothing had been done, that no one cared. Deep down she knew that wasn't true, that the entire clan was feeling this ache and that everyone had done what they could. But if that was really true then would Vulturekit have gone missing? Someone Brackenpaw deemed a friend, maybe they wouldn't care so much if it wasn't someone they knew. They feel like a puppet these days, dragged along the hot floor of camp by their anger over the fact that their friend was missing.

She stares at the hole in the gorse as if it's going to help. That's when their attention was grabbed by the black and white warrior, he was there, near the nursery that night wasn't he? Yeah they were there, they were being defeated by some duskclanner! Why did they even bother standing so close if they weren't going to be any help? Why didn't he just get out of the way and maybe then Vulturekit would still b-

The snap at her is what sets her off, tail whipping in a frenzy. Unsure if they wanted to yell or claw at him in response they setlle for the former. "What do I want? I want my friend back mouse-brain!" They yell at him, a little too loud but she doesn't particularly care right now. She doesn't let herself be truly mad at much, she gets angry sure but that's through a quiet resentment this felt much different.

"Why did you have to lose? Why couldn't you just- just I don't know? Do better? Be alert?" As they ranted at them she realised she didn't have a solution in mind it just felt nice to get it off her chest. They couldn't just stand still while here so to further their lashing out, their misguided attempt at defiance she marches up to be in their personal space. "You could have done more, you're a warrior are you not?" What did being a warrior mean if you couldn't defend your clan?

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  ooc. All IC opinions!! I love Gravelsnap with my whole heart
  
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• BIOGRAPHY
  ✩ they/she, tunneler apprentice of Windclan, 8 moons (ages on the 22nd)
  ⭃ a lithe and fragile looking calico that looks like they still need to grow into her ears
  ⭃ Speech, thoughts, attacking
  ⭃ NPC x NPC, mentored by Bluefrost
  ⭃ easy to befriend other kits, gradually harder to befriend every rank after that
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Juice ↛ @/ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  ⭃ All opinions are IC!! Bracken is a little hater
  

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[ROWANPAW]

〔✦〕Luckily, Rowanpaw's injury did not sentence them to several sunrises in the medicine den. Wolfsong had sent them away relatively quickly with a dressing applied to their fresh, jagged facial scars; they were not concerningly deep, but they stung like nothing they had ever felt before. In the meantime, they had tried to ignore the pain and help in any way they could to rebuild the camp after those mongrels had ruined everything. They had been former WindClanners, apparently; followers of Sootstar. It was a good thing they had been exiled to whatever slimy hole they crawled out of. That woman had been horrible, at least from what they'd heard the elders say.

WindClan had suffered as a result of the invasion, including the kidnapping of a kit. Everyone was reeling from this loss, frustrated beyond belief, but what could they do? They needed to recuperate first before taking further action. That is why they utterly cannot believe their eyes and ears when they witness Brackenpaw firing off at Gravelsnap, who is still healing from their injuries. "Brackenpaw." Rowanpaw hisses with flattened ears, willing them to cease immediately. What good would blaming a single warrior do? This was not Gravelsnap's fault and she should see that.

let me walk to the top ( of the big night sky ) //

• ooc.
• ROWANPAW —— apprentice of windclan , mentored by webthorn ✦ penned by beatles
  ✦ afab demigirl / they/she pronouns / 7 moons & ages every 17th
  ✦ single / graysexual & monogamous
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— easy combat difficulty / may start fights, won't kill
  
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, all opinions are ic
  ✦ biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
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  a shorthaired black/tortoiseshell chimera with heterochromia. a lithe, slightly muscular cat with a smaller-than-average build. a direct line splits their face, as if mirroring an inner battle of identity and belonging. a serious expression usually graces their face, and their amber and blue gaze is always sharpened.

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[Periwinklebreeze.]

LIKE A PICTURE IN A FRAME
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periwinklebreeze ❀ 23 moons ❀ demi-boy ❀ windclan queen ​

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" Brackenpaw! " comes following echoes after Rowanpaw hisses, and for once it is a sharp, jarring thing - the tired queen a ball of fury and anger. Periwinklebreeze is not okay - he is tired, and hurt, and grieving, and in that moment, he is angry. At her, at duskclan, at himself - but for now, Brackenpaw makes an easy target. And an appropriate one, in truth. He watches her and gravelsnap argue for a moment - his friend has never cared for interacting with the younger members of the clan, so the sharp question isn't entirely unexpected. But what is is the apprentices reply.

Fur stands on end, tail lashing, and the tom is quick to insert himself into the situation - a ball of writhing fury. Because nobody - nobody - speaks to his friend that way, and certainly not about his kit! " Shut up! J-j-just shut up! G-g-gravelsnap did his best - it's n-not his f-fault Vulturekit is g-g-gone! So sh-shut up! d-don't - don't talk to him like that! D-don't - d-don't talk about my child as though his disappearance is- is anyones f-fault except d-duskclans , " he spits out the rogues 'clan' name with venoms, scathing and mocking - they are no real clan after all. Sootstar ahd turned her back upon Starclan, and surely her loyalists had followed.

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[GRAVELSNAP]

➴➴ They are not expecting for the apprentice to stand up for themself. But just as Adderkit—now a warrior—had once done, Brackenpaw meets their irritation with an answering fury. Vulturekit's name is not spoken, but it is all too clear who the small calico is talking about. Who they want back. Who Gravelsnap was not strong enough to defend. You're a warrior, are you not?

Rowanpaw hisses the other apprentice's name, a warning, but the damage is already done. And then Peri stalks over, and… the queen looks striking when he's angry, admittedly—as long as it isn't focused toward Gravelsnap. Although they don't need any support against this foolish kit, Gravelsnap's maw twists into a venomous scowl. "I could have done more…" At first their voice is only tinted with rage, a single droplet of blood in an otherwise clear pool. Then they rise to their paws in one sharp movement, hissing as they jostle their shoulder in the process. It's true, though, every word that she says. Gravelsnap should have been good enough to fight off one DuskClanner—to save Vulturekit. If they truly cared… if they truly loved Peri, they would have won. They wouldn't have failed.

No matter how truthful the apprentice's accusations are, the warrior does not take kindly to them. They rise to their full height, and hazel eyes narrow even as Peri speaks up in their defense. Shut up, the queen shouts, and Gravelsnap gives a slight shake of their head. There is no reasoning with this child, no argument to be made in their defense that will pierce through that thick skull of Brackenpaw's. Broad moor-running paws shift, anticipating the apprentice shoving her way into their space. "And how would you have done any better? You know nothing about being a warrior. You know nothing!"

For a few heartbeats, their roar hangs in the air. The fur at their spine and tail has spiked up fully, making the warrior appear even larger than they are—not that they need such intimidation in the face of this wayward kit. "You think you would do a better job? Prove it." Their challenge is followed by a hiss, and their good paw darts at Brackenpaw's head, aiming to cuff them over the ear with claws carefully sheathed. A more tangible warning. Back off. Shut up.

➼ maybe i’ve done enough

• ooc: —
• 
  GRAVELSNAP ❯❯ they/he, moor runner of windclan
  ⭃ average-sized black and white warrior who seems smaller than he is. speaks rarely and quietly.
  ⭃ sibling to slateheart
  ⭃ mentoring sheeppaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ⭃ penned by foxlore

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[BLUEFROST]

Tension crackles across camp like lightning. Brackenpaw's tortoiseshell fur is fluffed up with outrage; her eyes are sharp, needling as claws. Bluefrost is late to the confrontation. By the time she's close enough to intervene, it is too late. Rowanpaw hisses in their direction, a warning. Periwinklebreeze bristles and shouts at her apprentice to stand down, to retract the blame they've laid at Gravelsnap's paws.

Bluefrost's own eyes narrow into dangerous emerald slits. She bares her teeth and flattens her ears, pointing her glare toward Brackenpaw. "You will learn respect the hard way, it seems." To Gravelsnap, she gives a nod of consent, and she tucks her tail around her paws to watch her apprentice stand up to her friend.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: —
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• Bluekit . Bluepaw . Bluefrost, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — 16 moons old, ages realistically on the 14th.
  — mentored by Sootstar ; mentoring Brackenpaw ; previously mentored n/a.
  — windclan warrior. sootstar x weaselclaw, gen 2.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh blue smoke she-cat with white and emerald eyes. aloof, dignified, poised, haughty, composed, distant.

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[Brackenpaw]

Rowanpaw's hiss doesn't earn much other than an ear flick, why were they the one being hissed at here? They weren't even the one who started this, if stupid Gravelsnap just kept their mouth shut then they wouldn't have fired back. She doesn't look anywhere other than at the moor-runner, their pelt fluffing up in anger to mirror his own. Periwinklebreeze's sharp voice demanded their attention to be called away, even if only for a moment. She can't recall whenever she heard him sound so mad, the queen was usually pretty mild mannered, to the point where it annoyed them beyond a reasonable amount. This fury yielded their ear to listen to him. As much as they didn't want to, her tail bristled and whipped with a bruising force as they're reprimanded.

Her stomach churns and fights against the wildfire of a rage that she seethed with. His words were sound and yet she hated the way they were being yelled at, told to shut up over and over again like she had committed some grievous sin. They were just mad! Telling the truth! The truth to them anyways, she knew he wasn't solely responsible for this and yet couldn't have something more been done? If it was someone who wasn't Periwinklebreeze's friend then would she be justified? Was this just a bias because he cared about Gravelsnap to some degree? No. He had a point it was DuskClan's fault, she wouldn't lose sight about what was to blame over this. Even if she did still loathe the moor-runner over this.

Before she utters any retort or compliance towards the queen she hears the quiet rage of Gravelsnap raise until it'll reach a fever pitch. The apprentice's head turns towards them, and they stand rigid as he moves at the speed that the grown warrior probably normally carries. She wasn't going to back away from what felt like some kind of challenge, maybe it was foolish of her to do this. They still approached him all the same, staring up at them defiantly. "I know I don't know anything about being a warrior" they admit scowling "you do though." It's a harsh whisper, filled with venom. She can feel her fur bristle, the intimidation working against them and that just made her angrier.

The feeling of a paw swiping to cuff her ear is some form of wake up call, they really aren't sure what it was. Their body tenses in reply, Bluefrost's voice serving as a metaphorical salt in the wound. Respect? She was supposed to have respect in this situation? Part of her wanted to show some kind of respect but right now they saw none. She feels her ears flush in shame all the same in response they bare their teeth, yet take a moment to carefully choose her next words. "I hope you recover soon." That is all her terse words allow her to say at first as she takes in what everyone has said. "I hope you do better next time and show me that I'm wrong, please prove me wrong." it's probably the closest to an apology they would ever get, even then it was a far cry from one. Maybe after they're proven wrong then she could learn to respect them. Anger simmers through the throbbing of her ear, she wants to tell him to never do that again but they knew it would result in even worse circumstances. The hiss they give should portray their displeasure over this enough.

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‎‎ ‎┌── Im just a dog ⸙ with no bite ──┐‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

• 
  ooc.
  
•  
• BIOGRAPHY
  ✩ they/she, tunneler apprentice of Windclan, 8 moons (ages on the 22nd)
  ⭃ a lithe and fragile looking calico that looks like they still need to grow into her ears
  ⭃ Speech, thoughts, attacking
  ⭃ NPC x NPC, mentored by Bluefrost
  ⭃ easy to befriend other kits, gradually harder to befriend every rank after that
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Juice ↛ @/ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  ⭃ All opinions are IC!! Bracken is a little hater
  

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