private And I could die twice ❧ Duke

[Florabreeze]

Guilt prods and pokes at her nerves similarly to the briars in bushes or the throrns of roses. I should never had told him about her. It's something she is prone to beating herself up about. She had said whatever he wanted to hear, painfully aware of the fact that Jellypaw was beside her in that moment. She didn't know him, didn't like him, so how was she to trust him with speaking to someone younger. Given with what he was presumably doing to Doeblaze how was she to think he may not have harmed her apprentice in some way?

A black tabby reflection is shown in the puddles on the asphalt of Twolegplace, the smell of rain hangs heavy in the air. Alongside the crackle of a storm long passed, it's the only thing that smells organic here, fighting for dominance against carrion and the haze of smog. She's returned to the alleys of Twolegplace, deciding to spend the dawn looking for a tom that was scarce to find at dusk. If he wasn't already out there... trying to harm her friend. She knows that she should be back at camp but she had to seek him out, try and put an end to his torment.

Or at least give him a real warning of what it means to constantly trespass on SkyClan territory and threaten it's warriors. The glow of false lights alerts her, lumonescient and multi coloured, flickering in an out as if the star was dying. She knows this place, there are large boxes here for those who are hungry to search through. Usually she hears some kind of mouse or rat squeak from around here, it's an alluring sound for the desperate.

This is where she finds him, it's fitting. To be seen at the place of solace for the desperate, he sure seemed to be desperate of something. Fur bristles immediately, she's not looking to be friendly. Anger stokes at her heart and she finds herself answering the call of that steady drum. Straightening up to stand at her full height though it really doesn't matter since the pair of them seem to easily be the same in regards to height. It's what matters though, that air of professionality, that inherent hostility to her.

Maw parts to a jagged snarl "You need to stay away from SkyClan territory" it's given in a low hiss. Not looking to make any kind of small talk, she's fairly confident that it's him, who else could it have been. He doesn't even deserve a warning but she will be graceful enough to bestow it upon him. "Stay away from her" it doesn't feel great to be so over protective over someone who can handle herself but Doeblaze doesn't have the luxury of being able to wander out into the dim corners of Twolegplace freely. Nor does she think that the she-cat wants to see him right now.

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  FLORABREEZE 𖧧 She/her || Daylight Lead Warrior of SkyClan || 37 moons
  ❥ A large black tabby maine coon with low white and bright green eyes, always wearing her mushroom print collar if she can.
  ❥ Mentored by Sorrelsong ／Mentoring Jellypaw & Sfogliatella
  ❥ "Speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ Penned by Juice ⏐ouijeejuice on discord {open to being dmed for plots}

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[DUKE]

Neon glow washes over his dark pelt, painting it artificial shades of green and orange. He's not exactly cutting an intimidating figure at the moment, he knows—crouched and trying to lap the last droplets of electric-blue stuff out of a white container. In his defense, he wasn't expecting to see anyone, or at least that's how he justifies it when someone does appear. A familiar someone, specifically, vaguely so—enough that it takes him a moment to process. That dark-furred cat who'd told him exactly what he'd needed to know. Not that he couldn't have found it somewhere else, mind you.

" What the hell d'you want? " He swats the foam cup away with the swing of a paw, annoyance zig-zagging up his limbs at her for making him give it up. The smirk on his muzzle twists into a grimace as he pulls himself to his full height—which sadly puts him at just about eye level with her. He's seen her a few times, actually. He's been keeping a careful eye on the pine forest. On his girl, and who the hell she's associating with that's so much better than him. Like this one.

" What's it to you? You gonna do something about it? " he growls, baring his fangs in a condescending snarl. Duke takes a step forward, getting up in this whoever-she-thinks-she-is's space, puffing out his chest. Who the hell does she think she is? What he wants to do on his own time is his own damn business, and the whereabouts of his girl is definitely his business. What's happened in the past doesn't matter—he gets what he wants, and he's always wanted her. He just made a mistake (one he never would've made if she didn't fuck everything up). Why can't she understand that? " She's my girl. What I want to do about her is my business. "

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[Florabreeze]

This was the cat who was stalking Doeblaze? This was the tom she herself was uncomfortable of when they spoke the first time? She's not sure if that extra time as a warrior made him less intimidating, the fact that her apprentice isn't here or the fact that he looks rather sad trying to strangle whatever last scrap of blue liquid out of that container. No matter what she was reinvigorated, the last of her nerves leaving her with a deep exhale. "That's my home and my friend, not your own personal hunting ground or your girl. You creep" her fur bristles, tail lashing with a violence she hasn't felt in a long time... Maybe ever? She's trying to channel her frustration out through that whip-like tail but it's proving to not work in the slightest.

He takes a step forward, to get in her space. It only causes her hackles to raise, pinprick pupils glaring slightly down at him. Hoping that this maybe provided some kind of intimidation towards him. Claws unsheathe as she digs her paws against the cold concrete below her, a far cry from the softness of the dirt in SkyClan but this only further pushed her to stand a little taller. She was on her own here, through her own volition and she wouldn't be chased off, especially not from some rogue of a tom who slinks behind the rubbish of Twolegplace.

"Why don't you go bother some other she-cat? Or better yet, just do every cat a favour and find somewhere to rot" Her hiss is low, baring her own fangs in kind. She feels sorry for whoever has had the unfortunate opportunity to spend time in his proximity. Unsure if anyone has even had to, surely there must be some kind of charm there that wasn't present now or else she doubts he would have really been able to keep himself up for so long. Verbal threats aren't enough, nor is a conversation a viable option because she didn't really come here just to talk did she?

Maybe it's her own mistake, to lunge first. She can lick any wounds later and reassess after her adrenaline dies down. In this moment she only thinks of how scared her friend has been, someone so strong both in mind and body. She is quick to bring her paws up in an attempt to slam them against his skull. Hoping that it's enough to disorientate him enough to try and collide her own skull against his chin. "This is your only warning" she growls in a seething rage.

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  FLORABREEZE 𖧧 She/her || Daylight Lead Warrior of SkyClan || 37 moons
  ❥ A large black tabby maine coon with low white and bright green eyes, always wearing her mushroom print collar if she can.
  ❥ Mentored by Sorrelsong ／Mentoring Jellypaw & Sfogliatella
  ❥ "Speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ Penned by Juice ⏐ouijeejuice on discord {open to being dmed for plots}

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[DUKE]

" Whatever you say, lady. Whole lot of talk doesn't change anything. " Duke's muzzle dips into a sour, seedy grin, his claws flexing at the unyielding asphalt. It's true. It doesn't matter what this one says, or any one of her other little friends. They'll see. They'll all see, when she's back where she belongs—with him. It might take some time, sure, but she'll come back to him—she always does. She's sweet 'n soft 'n pretty enough, but she's got all the backbone of a jellyfish, even if she's got some claws on her now.

" Don't you get it? " he hisses. A greasy roiling takes up in his belly, borne of the way this ... cat's/ making him feel—small and lower 'n a snake's belly. He's been feeling that way far more than he likes lately, drifting around the world without much to show for it. Not much but his girl, who'd never dream of making him feel like that. His sweet girl. The thought brings an awful grimace of a smile to his face as he pushes into Florabreeze's space, his breath smoky and sour. " I don't want some other cat anymore. I want her. She's mine. Don't matter what you say. "

The stranger lunges, cracking his head in two places, setting his vision to a momentary technicolor spin. " You just made a big fuckin' mistake, " he bites out, shaking his head like a dog and wheeling to slam his claws into her shoulder. Snarling thickly under his breath, he hisses, " You'll see. "

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