pafp Andy, you're a star ‡ play-wrestle

[Ebonylight.]

*+:｡.｡ "C'mon! Come at me!" being pregnant was boring, "I can take it! Don't be a coward!" and he'd give anything to stretch his stiffened muscles. It was cold, like every other day in Windclan's open, breezy camp, and Ebby woke particularly feeling cramped and frozen - worse than a corpse, even! So, surely, for the sake of himself and his kits, a little bit of light exercise had to be a must!
Not like Wolfsong was here to stop him!

"C'mon Harbingermoon! Don't be a coward! Enemies come in all,,, shapes" he snickers before aiming to bat at the snow-patched tom's face, not enough to hurt but certainly hard enough to not be ignored! Ebby was stir-crazy! He was growing mad with the hunger for the sweet taste of adrenaline! Rabbit tasted better when it was caught by your teeth, although he did enjoy the luxury of getting all his food served to him it just wasn't so fun when he wasn't puffing and panting and licking the life-juice of a felled creature from his lips. He doubted Harb would let him kill him, but a little sparring couldn't hurt!

"C'mon! C'mon!" he goaded, shifting his focus to smack at the other tom's tail now, acting more kit than soon-to-be kitter.

@HARBINGERMOON

*+:｡.｡ Updated 12/6/23

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  GENERAL:
  ☆ Ebonylight
  ☆ DFAB— He/They/She — Pansexual
  ☆ 16 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ☆ Mentored by X
  ☆ Windclan — Moor-runner (Loyalist)
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☆ Physically hard | mentally hard
  ☆ Attack in bold black
  
  injuries: None currently
  ☆ Currently 1 moon pregnant!

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[HARBINGERMOON]

☾ Harbingermoon couldn't help but roll his eyes at Ebonylight's bizarre enthusiastic desire to play and slightly annoying taunts. His sore nub of an ear twitched with irritation. "Enough already. Can't you see I'm trying to stay warm here?" He grouched, mood clearly reflecting his reluctance to engage in any physical activity. The chilly WindClan camp didn't exactly inspire him to jump up and start playing around, especially not with his scabbing wounds.

As the matching inky feline made his move, Harbingermoon couldn't help but scoff, though he didn't resist the light bat at his face. Blinking sourly at the other with heated orange eyes. "Alright, alright, calm down." He muttered, his irritation tempered by a begrudging acceptance. The idea of sparring wasn't the worst, and maybe it would distract him from his internal stressors.

With a begrudging sigh, he finally rose to his paws, giving them a sideways glare. "Fine, let's get this over with." He grumbled, though a small spark of amusement glinted in his eyes. As Ebonylight targeted his tail, Harbingermoon's bristling fur betrayed his annoyance, but deep down, a flicker of enjoyment stirred. Maybe a little sparring wouldn't hurt, after all. Reaching out he aimed to cuff the others ear and roll onto his back. Exposing the canvas of white speckles up his stomach as he aimed to playfully bunny kick his clanmates side.​

 

[Gooseberry]

While the cold can be a challenge to get through, Gooseberry was at least blessed with a fluffy coat that gets even fluffier with the approach of Leaf-bare. Most of WindClan was not as lucky as him, but he couldn’t be bothered to care that much. You’ll either survive, or you won’t.

It is interesting to watch how others are getting along, though. It’s more out of how boring things have become in WindClan without cats to call a hare-brain. There’s still some idiotic cats that are loyal to Sootstar either way, but it’s been relatively mild in camp. He would have praised StarClan for this in the past, but things can go well without their blessings.

After Ebonylight goads Harbingermoon into play fighting with him, Gooseberry happens to pass by the nursery, poking his head in to see if there’s a scuffle. Even though it’s not, his eyes still narrow. “What are you two doing?” He murmurs, puzzled.​

 

[Ebonylight.]

*+:｡.｡ Ebonylight would've let out an almost pitying scoff had they the opportunity to read Harbringermoon's thoughts - bizarre enthusiasm? Why, he's heartbroken! Had Harb never allowed himself the opportunity to get excited over a little play? "You wanna get warm ey? Then fight me! Nothin gets blood pumpin' hotter than a good wrestle!" Ebby continues cheerily, still aiming strategic smacks to get the tom to cave.
Now, it does beg the question of why Ebby would pick harbringermoon of all cats to harass. The snow-and-obsidian tom, with his judgemental eyes and near-permanent disinterested frown, did not inspire playmate material. Honestly, though, he'd just been the closest to Ebby when the vanta-black feline lost his patience for the quiet calm. If nothing else, he'd at least get some form of entertainment by pissing off Sootstar's number one supporter, but even attempting to play with Windclan's most notorious grouch was still in itself a fun challenge.

So imagine his shock when the other agreed!
Ebonylight let out a cheerful murrow of victory. As the fiercest warrior in all of Windclan barraged Ebby with the softest bunny kicks in history, the pregnant feline responded in kind by pouncing back, aiming to grab his shoulders and bite at his ears, hoping his weight - and the leverage of having little lives in his stomach - would pin the other's hind legs down. All in good fun, of course, with no claws or force behind his nipping

There's a reason why wrestling is a way for cats to bond. Although Ebby is more focused on finding entertainment and warming his muscles, he can't help but reflect on the fact that he doesn't necessarily distrust the tom he's currently exposing his neck to. It's interesting to realize that the other, in turn, trusted Ebby with his exposed belly as well. The thought of course crossed his mind - seeing that vulnerability and knowing all it would take was one swipe of a well-aimed claw. He didn't need Harbingermoon killed, but you learn pretty quickly to seize any chances when the upper hand presents itself.

But the moment has passed, and Ebby doesn't mind letting it go. His goal was to play-fight, and he's happy keeping it tame. The surprise of actually getting Harb to agree is enough to encourage Ebbs to laugh as he tries his moves to beat the older tom. "I won't comment on what he's doing but I'm obviously winning" Ebby would say between snickerings, his words spoken to be another lighthearted tease instead of any kind of insult.
"You want in on the next round, Gooseberry?" Ebby wondered if it'd be difficult to convince the snowflake-obsidian grouch to play tag-team since Ebby's additional weight was quickly tiring the guy out.

*+:｡.｡ Updated 1/2/24

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  GENERAL:
  ‡ Ebonylight
  ‡ DFAB— He/They/She — Pansexual
  ‡ 17 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ‡ Windclan — Moor-runner (Loyalist)
  ‡ Mates with Nightingalecall, father to Frightkit, Deathkit and Witherkit
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ‡ Physically hard | mentally hard
  ‡ Attack in bold black
  
  injuries: None currently
  ‡ recovering from pregnancy

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[WeepingWillow]

playfighting, something that the grey and white shaggy tunneler was not keen on. there was no adrenaline in that. there was no fun in having to force yourself to fight with claws unsheathed. however, there was a small unused and hoarse chuckle that surprised her as it escaped her throat. it was amusing to see the queen want to fight so badly, as swollen as he was.

in due time, she would think. soon, a real fight would occur, and she couldn't wait for that. though for now, she was only observing. she would not appreciate or even like the idea of ebonylight harassing her as she did harbingermoon. she would much rather a conversation, hell, even that was hard to accept with her. she wasn't much of a talker, mostly working her life away.



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