pafp A snarl-toothed seether ⸙ Argument

[Brackenpaw]

If Brackenpaw was asked to describe her relationship with Snakepaw she truly wouldn’t know how to define it. He annoyed them a lot. He was a bit mean if they had to attribute anything to him and in turn it made them mean back. They always seemed to be at odds as kits but once Snakehiss was exiled she tried to bite her tongue a little bit. It was weird because they got along really well in the tunnels or when training in general, he was good to bounce back off of when doing apprentice related activities. These days Brackenpaw was the one who tried to spark bickering outside of apprentice duties, if anything it was an unspoken way of showing him that she didn’t think of him any differently.

No matter who his parents were he was going to be the annoying kit that they’d like to both bicker with and protect ferociously. She guessed he could be labelled as a friend but it was in those murky depths of friendship, not quite clear. As the metaphorical dust settled after WindClan’s invasion things struggled to get back to normal. Things were different and yet the days still marched on, with a stretch she walked towards the fresh-kill pile to look for something to eat in the morning.

Snakepaw was there, as he usually is. They nod their head to their friend-yet-not-quite-friend not really out of a friendly greeting but rather just acknowledging that he was there. “It’s not going to change no matter how much you look at it” she comments dryly and reaches out to grab a thrush that was clearly in view for the both of them. As they reached it their paw collided with Snakepaw’s own, they huff in annoyance. Turning her head to glare at their fellow tunneler apprentice unimpressed “so were you just gonna sit here all day to wait so you could take my prey?" They still continue their attempt to reach for the thrush despite the toms insistence of being a nuisance. "Find something else, Snakepaw. I went for it first” It seemed that he had the same idea of continuing to try for it, frustration from the calico was evident as they tried again.

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  ooc. @Snakepaw <33
  
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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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[Snakepaw]

In the aftermath of the invasion, Snakepaw could only think of one thing: at least his father hadn't shown his face among Granitepelt and his followers. It spared Snakepaw more of the embarrassment that he'd already suffered because of his parents' choices. Snakepaw had been a little sore that he hadn't been in camp when the DuskClanners had first launched their attack - he'd been stuck at the Gathering because of his new apprentice status, jealous that his sister had been able to stay back. Maybe he would've gotten to smack his own fair share of traitors rather than just watching it happen.

He starts when Brackenpaw speaks to him, drawing him out of his thoughts were he stood in front of the fresh-kill pile. He wasn't sure when he'd wandered over to the place, but he couldn't deny that he was hungry, and as long as everyone else had been fed, there was no harm in grabbing something - he sneers at Brackenpaw's quip, and goes to grab a thrush only to be intercepted by Brackenpaw's paw reaching for the same piece of prey. He bats at Brackenpaw's paw, trying to dissuade her from the choice.

"I was here first. Clearly, it should be mine." Snakepaw muttered, looking from the thrush to Brackenpaw with a smidge of venom in his glare. He wasn't on good terms with the other apprentice, but he wouldn't say they were on bad terms, either - Brackenpaw was good company to keep when they were in the tunnels, and they had their moments - but this was not one of those moments.

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• SOFTPAW ✩ apprentice of windclan, eight moons
  → peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
  → penned by Archivist → .archivist on discord.
  

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[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── Squabbling isn't a rare sight typically, but it has been more time than usual since Wolfsong has played witness to little spats within WindClan. It was much more frequent with the likes of Snakehiss about, and Firefang hasn't lost her impudence, but with all that's happened, they've been much too busy and worn for pointless conflict. Of course, that isn't to say the potential isn't there— which is made clear by the slight disagreement at the freshkill pile, dismal as it is. Truth be told, he's surprised an argument hasn't sprung up sooner given their current circumstances where food is concerned.

"Perhaps you should share it," Wolfsong suggests, his sole eye more amused than annoyed. "Or perhaps neither of you should have it if you cannot settle the matter."
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WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN FORMER ROGUE TURNED MEDICINE CAT. 42 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC. MATES WITH SUNSTAR (07/05/2023). BIOGRAPHY, PINTEREST, & PLAYLIST.

medicinal expertise med. part ii med. part iii med. part iv

• — ★★★☆☆ WOUNDS: You're (mostly) in safe paws. You'll know if he's less experienced if he asks for your permission to try a treatment. No wound can scare him away from knowledge.
  — ★★★☆☆ INFECTION: He can prevent most infections. If you feel feverish, let him know; he'll hum thoughtfully over herbs and sniff your wound before saying, "With your blessing..."
• — ★☆☆☆☆ ACHES & PAINS: If you complain to him of pain, he'll ask where. If it's a headache, you'll likely feel a bit better. For anything else, "Try this, if you'd like, and tell me how you feel."
  — ★☆☆☆☆ BROKEN BONES: At best. he can ask you to remain lying down in the den. He may try to distract you with conversation while he considers what herb to feed you.
• — ★★★★★ TRAVELING HERBS: Going somewhere? No worries; Wolfsong knows just what you need to stay hale and healthy during your journey. The rest is up to you.
  — ★★★☆☆ KITTING: Thanks to Starlingheart and his own pregnancy, he's better prepared for the arrival of kits, but any complications will need a little faith and a lot of luck.
• — ★☆☆☆☆ POISONS: It's best if you avoid eating anything unfamiliar to you— it's probably just as unfamiliar to Wolfsong. The best he can do is offer you yarrow and sit with you.
  — ★★☆☆☆ ILLNESS: If it's white or greencough, you'll likely recover. Otherwise, prepare for odd concoctions and the usual request that you consent to a little trial-and-error.

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[Mossthorn]

Mossthorn was not a stranger to hunger. Being born and raised within the Marsh Colony, it was like a rite of passage. "The first leaf-bare is always hardest" she remembers her father saying to her once when she had complained about the gnawing at her belly "to live through it proves that you are stronger than you know" She had seen first-hand the anger that comes with the empty bellies, had, in her lifetime, watched many arguments and petty fights break out over scraps of prey smaller than the one these two apprentices fought over now. Still, it does not please her to see the youth of her clan suffering in a way that she once had. The moors were meant to provide for them, to be better than the swamplands she had come from. If prey could not be found on the rolling hills then is should surely be in the tunnels and yet, the fires had driven so much of it away.

She comes to stand at Wolfsong's shoulder, a neutral expression worn on her features as she nods her head in agreement to the medicine cat's sentiments You two are actin' like a couple of kits with a moss ball, don't you want to smooth this over like warriors?" she finds herself asking, tail swaying behind her in a steady motion. Like Wolfsong, she is more amused than anything, but she does not dare allow it to show in her expression. To young cats, their feelings were everything in the particular moment they were occurring and besides, she understands .

( .ೃ࿐ ) watch what happens next

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• MOSSTHORN WINDCLAN WARRIOR ; SHE / HER; SISTER TO TBD ; MATE TO COLDBITE
  

  A feisty she cat with a heart of gold. Her appearance is befitting her tunneler status, as she stands shorter than most, and her sleek black fur excels at repelling the dirt that she shifts through. Her eyes are such a light blue color that they appear gray and upon her pelt she wears many scars, testaments to the battles she has fought in her lifetime.

  ✦ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted, no killing, maiming, or injuring without permission
  ✦ Skilled & experienced in combat. Fights dirty.
  

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[UKALEK]

Ah, the bickerings of youth. He’s missed this sound since departing from the mountains, though back there if it took you too long to figure it out an elder would smack both participants upside the head. He half-expects Wolfsong to play the role, but instead the medicine cat proposes they should share it or neither of them should eat it at all.

Ukalek is fond of Mossthorn’s suggestion of settling it like warriors, though he probably takes it in a different direction than what she meant. ”Yes, a good spar never hurt.” That was another way they had settled things in the mountains- to Ukalek’s demise, mind you. His scrawny frame did not stand a change against the common muscular builds his companions had carried.

🐇 INFO BATTLE

• » Ukalek
  » Loner
  » He/him . AFAB
  » An oriental-featured chocolate point with unusual blue eyes
  » ”Speech”․ thoughts ․ attack
  
• » A poor fighter who uses his wits to trick his opponents.
  » Excels in smarts and using it to get his opponents where he wants them.
  » Fights defensively and at the order of his leader..
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[ROWANPAW]

〔✦〕"A spar?" The chimera snorts at Ukalek's suggestion, unimpressed and half-lidded eyes flicking from Brackenpaw to Snakepaw. Her littermate's stubbornness was irritating—she knew this first-hand, but for him to provoke petty arguments with his clanmates was entirely unproductive and unnecessary. Even if he did see the prey first, was it worth all of this?

Rowanpaw's heterochromatic gaze narrows before they state curtly, "Be serious, brother. There's other prey on the fresh-kill pile." It was not worth bickering with the likes of Brackenpaw. They were rather irksome in their opinion and not someone that Snakepaw should be wasting his breath on. There were actual foes that WindClan had to worry about, such as RiverClan and DuskClan.

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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