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[FALLOWBITE]

ˏˋ*⁀➷ 　It's a precarious place to be, the medicine den. An offer of peace, of quiet - in exchange for terrible itching pain and the bitter scent of herbs. Perhaps it'd be more bearable if not for the obnoxious presence of Orangepaw, a nuisance who just keeps smiling when Fallowpaw wants to do anything but.

She's restless. Her mind has twisted into a swirling maelstrom, and she finds herself lost within it. Over and over again, she watches that moment with Baying Hound - as if outside her own body. Cowardly, that's what she was. She didn't even fight back - why didn't she fight back? What was all of this for, all the blood spilled, if not to be the kind of cat who won't go down without a fight? It's all too much, alone in the medicine den, caught in the whirlwind of her own self-damning thoughts.

She tries to get some fresh air, comes as far to the edge as she is allowed, looks out with her one remaining eye.

It seems there is no peace to be found anywhere.

The first face that Fallowpaw sees upon her excursion to the threshold of the outside is the worst of them all. Bayingkit. Bayingkit Bayingkit Bayingkit - was Raccoonstripe trying to spite it? The kit is a shambling thing, all bared teeth and shaggy fur. She is the color of rotting wood and does not smell much better. A wild thing, it recognizes immediately. Even if she does not carry the blood of rogues, she is cursed all the same. Maybe it's the name, a name so foul as to damn all that carry it to the life of a thrashing predator.

The little mongrel skitters just a little too close, and Fallowpaw's head shoots from the medicine den with a threatening snap of its teeth - a favored warning of the apprentice. "Hey, runt," she snarls, golden eye glinting in a manner not dissimilar to the mother she despises. "Ain't you been told to stay away from me yet?" It supposes she'll have to wait to become an apprentice for that. Tours of the den usually come with a complimentary keep your nest away from Fallowpaw's. It makes something bitter and satisfied curl in the pit of its belly.

It settles back into a hunched couch, lip curled. "Well, consider this a warning. Don't want scars like mine, do you?" A grimace of a smile, cruel and pained. With any luck, she can scare the little beast away from her - and never have to think of its cursed name again.

‎‎┌── HERE IN THE FOREST, DARK AND DEEP ⁀➷ I OFFER YOU ETERNAL SLEEP ──┐‎

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  FALLOWPAW ⁀➷ she / it, apprentice of thunderclan, eleven 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 antlerpaw & doepaw.
  ➳ 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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[bayingkit]

bayingkit does not think of fallowpaw. primarily because it lives in the medicine den, and the oakrot kitten did not frequent the wretched place with enough frequency to notice the thicket of brackish mop in the corner. she doesn’t visit, because the smells are too sharp, the sights are too ugly — there is a bitter chill that seems to cling to the stone - cast shadow outside gentlestorm’s den that makes her belly twist, and an ever - present squeal of flower - enthused kits sticking their nose where it didn’t belong. bayingkit had no interest in playing medicine cat, preferring to batter her siblings when they still allowed her to play with them.. she does not care about what the medicine cat does, or what he knows. not about it’s residents, either. not yet. what she does care about.. is what could be found, or heard, within the den’s stony walls.

stormywing said that, if she listened close enough, she could hear the voices of ancestors past as gentlestorm worked.. she had to be quiet, and be patient, but they were there for those willing to listen. starclan was what had given howlingstar her lives, and what makes their medicine cat so good at giving medicine. if all the important cats got to listen in — to sit and bask in starlit chatter, ears tilted to eavesdrop as they discuss the future.. omens and eventualities. the heady, sweetbriar scent of marigold and juniper berries is thick in his nose where she is playing alone just outside thunderclan’s medicine den, sunlight beaming down onto the thistle shag of shadow ribboned fur. two wide paws bap wildly at a stick, its middle bent and broken from overuse ; her head tips, jaw wide before she crunches down on splintering bark again, and again, and again. an ear, ever tilted towards the entrance of the medicine den.

her skull pivots suddenly too hard, tosses her poor, shattering victim and lopes after it on paws still clumsy with youth. a long, bony tail juts behind her, a rare display of entertainment that sends her lips back in a focused snarl before — a dark, mangled head pops from the shadows.

alarm courses through her. she is not old enough to have heard it approaching, not so focused on her lonely game as she’d been. a single golden eye pins her with a violent spat, snips in fierce irritation and.. bayingkit is no stranger to irritation, nor correction. she is unused to an ugly face. she pops a quick sidestance — puffs as if she’d seen something wretched, coats herself in a bushel of thornsharp tabby striping and arches the awkward block of her flank. tall ears pin flat to her skull, pointing towards the sky with the way she holds her muzzle down, glaring mismatched up at the mangle of thick, still - healing scarring that rips fresh across the apprentice’s face. her tail, held previously out in play, spikes bottlebrush in defense — bayingkit wobbles on the tips of bone - capped paws, her plea to appear bigger achieving little despite the severity of her stance.

her face ripples into a snarl, thornteeth bared because fallowpaw wasn’t her mom or dad or even howlingstar. fallowpaw was in the medicine den, where you went if you lost a fight, or if you were blind like stormkit. she says ain’t you been told to stay away from me yet, and bayingkit was told nothing, so she shakes her head like an angry mutt as if it were a question that needed answering, ” nuh - uh. “ it’s a firecracker of a rebuttal, a fierce spat that sends a halo of spittle flying from rubberblack maw. why would they, anyway? fallowpaw was missing an eye. stormkit couldn’t see and.. he was pretty useless, sometimes. wouldn’t that mean fallowpaw was half - useless, or something? at least orangepaw’s leg would get better, someday..

she falls onto the pads of unsheathed paws, crouches to arch her spine further - thinly striped tail reminiscent of her fathers namesake flailing wildly behind her. she says to consider this a warning, which is not something bayingkit had garnered a reputation of in her short life. it says something about scars. darkness eats at the kit’s mind, clawing to grasp the subjectivity ; what was mean? what was too mean? she doesn’t know. she lashes out anyway, ” didnt want to, ttto be around you.. anyway. “ she grits between clenched teeth — and she didnt. something angry, hurt and spiteful builds in her chest, a resentful feeling in her belly finally ripping it’s way her her trachea to spit out, ” half - face. “ a child’s venom is diluted despite how heavily it drools from still - growing fangs ; yet she feels it scorch her tongue as it leaves her maw, regret coiling in the center of her chest.

not for the first time, bayingkit wishes she could reverse, eat the words before she says them. she can’t, and so she doesn’t.

instead, the tabby kitten spats wordlessly and aims to arch - hop a few pawsteps to toss a small pile of dust and pebbles fallowpaw’s way, solidifying her stance despite the way dread lulls at her bones. after a small, spastic twinge of bony limbs, she would attempt to skitter just out of reach, to relative safety, curling near the ground to stare until the whites glare at the corners of fiery irises.

☽ ˚ ｡ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒  𓃥 【 𝑰𝑻𝑺 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲 𝑰𝑵 𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 】

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• BAYINGKIT——————— SHE / HER, KITTEN OF THUNDERCLAN. NIGHTBIRD xx RACCOONSTRIPE, SISTER TO TWILIGHTKIT, TIGERKIT, STORMKIT & LIGHTNINGKIT. 3 MOONS OLD, SMELLS LIKE DISRUPTED SOIL & WET FUR. PENNED BY ANTLERS.
  a large, unsightly black tabby kitten.
  
  mongrelish, standing all thistlethorn fur and bared teeth, bayingkit would be thought roguesblood if not for the dogtooth crown she uncomfortably bears. a hereditary haunting lies in the shag of ornate black striping and long limbs that do not yet suit her wide, slouching shoulders ; her fathers daughter, laced in dredge and filth moreso than he’d ever been. a constant, incessant need to make herself small forms in hunched spine and weary, whale - eyed suspicion, communicating mostly in rumbling growls.. bayingkit tends to hold herself with a tuck tailed and trembling livewire of feral volatility.
  

  teething, easily frustrated with her lack of vocal skill and highly reactive. prone to biting, swatting and general moodiness it is highly encouraged to correct. powerplay is allowed for disciplinary swipes, scruffing and general redirection.

  
  
  

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[nightbird]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ it almost seemed fated for fallowpaw and bayingkit to run into each other at some point. the former practically feral when she arrived to thunderclan, her daughter not far from it despite being born within the walls. nightbird considers letting the interaction play out, for bayingkit to learn consequence the hard way. but the queen remembers a spar in which fallowpaw took an eye from its own clanmate, accident or not, she wouldn't sit idle as her child bared her teeth and spat at someone prone to... lack of control.

her steps quicken as a white paw rears, flinging debris at the healing apprentice. starclan, she certainly had her paws full. as soon as she arrives, a sharp cuff is aimed at kitten-soft ears. "we do not... throw dirt at our clanmates." nightbird thought that went without her having to say it. with a sigh, she steps in front of bayingkit before sitting just to the side, plumed tail set before her daughter's paws to act as a barrier. "tell fallowpaw you're sorry." there wasn't much room for question in her tone. she didn't know what had bayingkit so riled up, didn't really care all too much either. she wouldn't have a child of hers running around flinging rocks in clanmate's eyes when something didn't go their way.

‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ┌── THE CROWS IN THE GARDEN ⋅⋆⋅ ARE LAUGHING AT MY EXPENSE ──┐‎

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  NIGHTBIRD ✩ she/her, lead warrior of thunderclan, 34 ☾'s
  ⭃ a small black smoke molly with a white paw and pale silver eyes. currently a queen residing in the nursery.
  ⭃ mate to raccoonstripe / / currently mentoring none.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[TWILIGHTKIT ⋆]

Where Nightbird goes, Twilightkit follows (if she is not busy minding someone else's business, at least.) Her elder sister had disappeared off in some direction, however for once the silver tabby had no interest in following her so closely. It seems, however, that the queen watched Bayingkit from afar - and when trouble stirred, she made her way quickly over to dissuade any further bad behavior from the nearly-feral kitten. Twilightkit keeps close to Nightbird's tail as she finds what the trouble is, however as the queen rests it before Bayingkit, the second oldest holds back, instead sitting on her mother's opposite side.

"She's not going to mean it..." Twilightkit murmurs pettily, as any child would when faced with the wrongs of their sibling. She holds her tongue further, watching Fallowpaw carefully.​

 

[antlerbreeze]

Her sibling was one of the more feral of the three- Antlerpaw, perhaps, had been given the 'silver spoon'. Both by their mother, and by Thunderclan's opportunities. In close proximity to the council at any given time, directly underneath one of the longest-standing leaders in the forests, Antlerpaw had been all but paw fed proper negotiation tactics and strong fighting defenses. Today, it seemed, she would need to wear a different hat, mouth full of prey she was bringing to Fallowpaw.

Ears perked as she noted her sister snap towards the kit, and her own paws hurried a hint faster- golden eyes shifted to see Nightbird doing much of the same. When she arrived, she stepped to Fallowpaw's side, ears flattening as she dropped the prey near her sister's leg. Scarred visage lifted towards the kit. Half-face. What a cruel thing to say. A sharp, unsettled breath left Antlerpaw as she looked towards Nightbird, who was already chastising the kit for her words.

The name, however, made all the more sense why Fallow had issue- Bayingkit. Wordless did she turn towards Fallowpaw, studying her sibling. Was it okay, did dirt settle in the cobwebs delicately laced over wound? Antlerpaw inhaled softly, looking forward once more- Twilightkit's words caused ears to twitch, and she spoke to Nightbird, hopefully placating any further reaction from her sister. "Quite the wild one." She murmured. "Even if she does not mean it, there is a lesson to be learned here." Her words shift towards Twilightkit next. Her tone was far from unkind. Antlerpaw was known for being.. well, kinder then Fallowpaw in the least.

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• ANTLERPAW she/her, apprentice of thunderclan, ten moons.
  ⭃ LH cinnamon lynx sepia with low white. smaller body, agile and slippery, fits really well in small gaps in the underbrush. soft spoken but strong and determined.
  ⭃ mentored by howlingstar / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ padding after no one / / sibling to fallowpaw and doepaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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