ARMOR OVER MY HEART ✦ beefang

DARK-KIT

raised in the darkness
Jun 26, 2024
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It was no secret that Dark-kit had big ambitions for himself. Practically since he'd learned to talk, he'd been telling his clanmates that he would one day become the greatest warrior that Riverclan had ever seen! Since he was too young to start training (which was a dumb rule, in his opinion) he had to settle for begging his older clanmates for stories about all the amazing things they'd done. He especially loved tales of epic battles, of enemies clashing with one another to defend their clan and their honor. One day, that would be him.

There was one warrior in particular that had always piqued his interest. Beefang was sooo awesome, she walked around looking all mean and scary but he knew that she was one of their best fighters. She even had that really cool scar where her eye used to be! For days now he'd wanted to approach her and ask how it happened, but in truth, she was a little bit intimidating. Even for someone as big and strong as Dark-kit.

But today, he had summoned the courage to finally do it. He'd spotted the ebony molly as she'd come back to camp, from some patrol or another he figured. The dark tabby waited until she'd settled herself outside the warriors den, bouncing anxiously on his toes to psych himself up. Once he felt confident enough, the boy darted over, though as he passed by the fresh-kill pile he paused. After a moment of heavy contemplation, he snatched up the biggest fish he could carry (which wasn't actually very big) and dragged it over to Beefang. He unceremoniously dropped it at her paws with a cocky grin. "Hi Beefang! I brought this for ya, do ya like it?" His voice practically shook with excitement. "Can ya tell me a story? Like what happened to your eye? Or your other scars? Did ya ever win any fights? Pleaaaaase..."

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  • DARK-KIT he / him, kitten of riverclan, 2 moons
    lh black / black tabby chimera w/ yellow eyes and a "lions mane" // big and stocky
    claythorn x otterbite // littermate to sparrowkit and onyxkit
    adoptive brother to eelkit and dropletkit
    single, crushing on no one // mentored by no one
    peaceful and healing powerplay permitted // underline and tag when attacking
    penned by limerence@limericks. on discord, feel free to dm for plots
 
࿐ ࿔*:・゚ — The young warrior had settled near the pool where fish scales shone from the light above and shimmered like jewelry, Beefang began to groom her curly coat knowing that it could get matted if she didn't care for it like she should and she wanted to look nice for when Moonbeam returned from her own outing. The last thing she had expected was for Claythorn's kitten to bolt towards her on clumsy big paws with a fish in his jaws before dropping it in front of her in a rather unceremonious manner, a nonexistent eyebrow raises at him as she watches him carefully through her lone eye. Dark-kit asks if she likes his offering and a part of her wants to laugh at how endearing the action is but instead, the black smoke lets out a thoughtful hum as she answers him "It's a good fish... the best ones are those that are freshly caught." And yet, she uses a careful claw to pick away at the fish's scales only to successfully pry one off as a bead of crimson forms on the limp creature and she allows the scale to fall into the pool, "I'm not sure I have a big apetite so share with me."

His excitement reminded her of simpler times when she had been the same way though these subside when the tabbied kitten pleads for a story and the fact that its what happened to her eye... It makes a brief frown tug at her lips before she decides that even kittens would learn the hardships and cruel truth of being a warrior that it wasn't always just rewards. "I suppose I could tell you how I lost my eye but remember," Beefang reaches over with a paw to lightly cuff him over the ear, "Some cats would think those kind of questions as rude or insensitive." She takes a quick bite of the fish before sitting up on her haunches thinking of his other questions about her scars or if she had win any fights, the bicolored molly swallows as her tongue swipes across her maw with a curt nod "I've won quite a few fights, yes. And these scars —" Her snowy dipped paw motions to the ones that marred one of her legs, "I got it when I had been only four moons old." There's a small sense of pride that washes over her and a part of her wonders if that's how Smokestar had felt about his own marred appearance and the fact that she looks similar to him gives her a small feeling of bittersweetness.

Now... The story of her eye...

"And what happened to my eye... well, a rogue tore it right out." Beefang says rather bluntly but she's careful not to add on the fact that it had been disposed of in a different way and the thought of the crimson stained jaws of Hush made her shudder for a moment, that tom had been a monster and she had rightfully slain him (or rather his own son had). "Most of the scars that are littered on my body are from that very same rogue and it had been right after the gathering. He had came to Riverclan to search for his traitorous mate, Swiftfire, and my apprentice found him... Roepaw tried to warn him... about me but the dumb tom had not reacted the same as the first time we met. I was prepared and had imagined the moment that I would tear the life right out of him..." Her claws unsheathe as they dig into the earth as if demonstrating just how she had torn into Hush during that time and there's a wild look in her lone amber eye.

"He had toyed with me as if I were prey the first time we met... He must've grown softer because it wasn't long until he fell to the ground and I had overpowered him. I tore into his belly with my claws until blood stained the ground around us." She pauses briefly to see if her small admirer is still paying attention before continuing, "He died that day. Rogues don't have the same honor or strength as clan cats do." Beefang made sure to leave a few parts out not wanting for Claythorn to get on her ass about telling Dark-kit a rather morbid story of gore and glory.


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  • ooc — tw for mentions of gore & blood
  • WARRIOR SKILLSET;
    ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ HUNTING
    ✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧ TRACKING
    ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ COMBAT
    ✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ STEALTH
    ✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧ STRATEGY
    ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ SWIMMING
    ✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ CLIMBING
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    a shorthaired black smoke molly w/low white and a singular amber eye
    oftentimes comes off as untrusting of those around her, closed off, and not the easiest to engage in conversation with, she's not easy to befriend. distrusting of outsiders and will snap at you if y/c walks up to her on her blind side. all her opinions are IC only.
    14 moons old; ages the 10th every month
    asexual homoromantic; mated to moonbeam
    currently mentoring... roepaw ; formerly mentored by smokestar
    firstborn daughter of cicadastar and smokestar
    sister of cicadaflight and loveburn
    "speech", thoughts, attacking
    peaceful powerplay allowed