pafp And she'll eat you alive ☾ Lashing out

THRASHPAW

THRASHPAW

I can sing a fear or a malady
Aug 5, 2024
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It took a lot of coaxing for Thrash to show his face outside of the nursery. The closest thing to comfort that he could cling to right now, and it desperately wanted to hook claws into that safety. Hissing and resisting attempts to be separated from that, a slow crawl of time and the demand of the outside world had caused them to pole their head out from the entrance. A nervous attempt of being Thrashkit rather than just Thrash, it didn't fit her at all. She hated it, feeling like another kitten was walking around here, close enough to be themself yet a stark difference all the same. At least the threat of violence that lingers in the air can remind them of a previous life.

Life in a fox burrow, shivering in fear of the outside world. They still shiver now, the fear in their eyes proven to be very justified. He clings to the outskirts, not daring to try and leave camp but sitting close enough to watch that potential exit. It would be easy wouldn't it? To just go back out there, it wouldn't though, not without their littermates. There was comfort in just sitting there anyways, chest steadily rising and falling in a close to relaxing rhythm.

The flutter of movement to the side startles him, fur bristles and tail lashes. To turn and be greeted with the sight of Fallowpa- Fallowbite soured her already temperamental mood. It was the last thing he wanted to see right now. Why did she have to do this? Why couldn’t she have just stopped that day, then they wouldn’t be stuck here in the same situation but in a stranger setting. Frustration bubbles in their chest alongside a growl, she can hear Baying Hound in this moment. At least they think that’s her, telling her to do what she would do in this situation- to show just how angry he was.

Ears flatten against her skull as he lunges to latch teeth into whatever flesh he can find. Tiny fangs try to burrow into the leg of the figure next to him. Clarity is a slow dawning prospect, once she achieves it he blinks at the sight of Fallowbite again, unable to picture her without a blood stained maw. It felt wrong to see it without one, that mental image washes fear over her temporarily. "Go away." He spits the words out, unlatching himself from the attempt of an attack, hoping they made it clear that they were mad right now and didn't want to see her.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎I was born hungry ☆ What do I need‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

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  • THRASH
    any pronouns, 3 moons
    ☆ A black smoke with abnormally bright amber eyes and a habit of crouching while they walk.
    ☆ Bayinghound x Duke | Littermates with Howl & Yip
    ☆ Due to her circumstances surrounding it's life she will be confrontational in the majority of their interactions { will start fights | will not end fights | will not run away and might be merciful }
    ☆ "speech" | thoughts | attacking
    ☆ All opinions are IC only!
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ˏˋ*⁀➷　Guilt coils itself in Fallowbite's stomach, snakelike and venomous. She had ripped her siblings from the only home they had ever known... Was it a kindness, to kill their mother in front of their very eyes? Had she been better to her second litter than her first?

She doubts it. The gnashing-teeth terror that the wildlings carry is an inherited one, the same predator instincts that run through its own veins. The fox-burrow has always carried the scent of fear. Baying Hound was a beast who knew nothing but cruelty, and it delivered that cruelty in kind. Maybe it was naive to think that it could help the kits after what it did; this is no sort of place for a kit to grow up. Maybe it is naive still, to keep trying.

Thrash (a cruel name, devoid of the gentleness her siblings' carried) sits by the entrance to camp. Her heart aches at the sight. She had done the same, all those moons ago, when she had first came. She had waited for her mother's return, desperate and hopeful. She had ran off past the border in search of her, had nearly starved in her trying.

There is no one left to come for Thrash. Maybe that, too, is a mercy.

She lets her pawsteps fall heavy, announces her presence clearly. All she earns for the effort is tiny pinpricks of pain lacing through her leg. "Ow," she says flatly, one lone eye staring down at the blot of dark fur that has attached itself to her ankle.

The pain is minimal; she's faced far worse. She waits for him to detach himself, and then begins trying to figure out how to deal with this.

She gets it, she does. Her own teeth were made for tearing, just as theirs are. She is quiet for a moment, before mumbling a half-hearted admonishment. "Don't bite," she says, but there is no fire to the words. This... is how she's supposed to handle things like this, right? "'S not, uh... Not nice t'hurt clanmates." It stares down at the kit's bristling form, and its voice softens. "Just... Tell me to go away first next time," she offers gently.

‎‎┌── GOD KNOWS I❜M ONLY HUMAN ⁀➷ I GET SO INHUMANE ──┐‎

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  • FALLOWBITE ⁀➷ she / it, warrior of thunderclan, twelve moons.
    ➳ a scarred, pointed brown and white molly with shaggy fur and golden eyes.
    ➳ standoffish and solitary, always seems to have a dark cloud hanging over its head.
    ➳ baying hound xx npc, littermate to antlerbreeze & doepath.
    ➳ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
    ➳ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
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-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- "oh, stars. are you okay, fallowbite?"

he's probably not supposed to be up and moving but... he can't help but want to stretch. he's nearly out of the medicine cat den for good, anyways, and he's not going far. just in camp. that's it. his leg seems mostly healed, or as healed as it was going to get, anyways. at least it felt that way. he doesn't know anything about that stuff, except for what he's feeling. and his leg hurts, sure, but he mostly feels fine. he always felt okay. he looks over fallowbite, twitching his ears as he looks at it's ankle, before back at thrashkit.

"biting does hurt. trust me. say, if you want something to bite, we do have good prey. maybe you wanna go pick something out from the pile?"

he likes kittens, sure, but he doesn't always know how to act around them. he lowers himself closer to the ground to seem a lot less big than his fur makes him seem. his nose twitches as his face crinkles in a smile, tail swishing behind him, back and forth.

"are you feeling okay? it can be a bit scary in a new place but most cats are really nice. like fallowbite. it likes to pretend it's not but between you and me... it totally is."
‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── NO USE LOOKING OUT ⋅❁⋅ ITS WITHIN THAT BRINGS THAT LONELY FEELING ──┐‎

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