camp back against the wall // rta

[✧ Honeybadger.]

NO DIFFERENCE BETWEEN YOU AND I
WE SHARE THE SAME SUNSHINE FROM THE SAME SKY ​

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honeybadger & 13 moons & male & he/him & windclan moor runner ​

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Honeybadger had not had the best upbringing within windclans walls - a father lost to battle, a mother lost to madness. He can still recall his childhood, full of bright sunny smiles and warm moments - until his father had died, leaving a heavily pregnant mate and child behind. Beepaw had been his saving grace - the light of his life. When he'd stepped into his role as 'man of the family' he'd resigned himself to the harsh realities of the world. Blood - death - violence.

None of it could compare to the reality he finds himself living.

He'd been naive - to think that the only enemy could come from outside the camps walls - from rogues, oners, other clans. Kittypets - foxes - whatever else you could name. But threats had come from within - first badgermoon and curlewnose. He'd thought it coincidence - a simple power struggle gone wrong. Worries ended with his disappearance, his silence.

And then sunstride had turned traitor, stealing away their kits and sending them to shadowclan, his betrayal sinking sharp fangs into his clanmates until it had spread like venom. He'd missed the battle - and oh, how he wishes he'd been there to sink his teeth into their throats, to claim his own pound of flesh. There was nothing worse than a turncoat - snakes, all of them, fresaking the trust and work of those more loyal to windclan. To sootstar.

It pains him to think he'd never noticed. And yet - it'd happened again. And again. The boy doesn't understand what is causing this- this- this rott to fester, to spread. Steel grey eyes glint with thinly veiled suspicion on each patrol, everytime he shares tongues with another, as he wonders who next will leave. Will abandon them, just as the stars have.Of course - he's still a... softer touch than most, sunshine smiles havn't quite faded from sight; still the first to bring prey to the kits and queens, still the social butterfly he always was. But windclan has changed - and so has he.

Shoulders roll in an attempt to ease the unyielding tension that reigns over him, fidgeting and fussing, until at last the boy jolts up from his seat. " Does anyone want to spar? " he asks sharply - he needs to do something, anything, to relieve this tension. What better use of his time than to prepare for battle - to keep himself sharp.

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[SOOTSTAR]

”Me.”

A rare glimpse. A shadow who scarcely leaves its den. Both an honor and fright it must be for the young moorland warrior.

Though three times his age, Sootstar is shockingly smaller. Her paws are half his, limbs only allowing her to stand at his shoulders, the tips of her ears just gracing his chin.

”Claws out. Show me how vicious a WindClan warrior can fight!” She challenges, her own claws unsheathing against the sand. Let her test the strength and brutality of WindClan’s newest generation of warriors, Honeybadger as their frontman.

☾ INFO BATTLE

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  » Soot ․ Sootstar
  » WindClan Leader
  » She/her ․ Mate to Weaselclaw
  » Tiny blue smoke she-cat with green eyes.
  » "Speech" ․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » A high-stamina foe who can be difficult to hit.
  » Excels in quick, short moves.
  » Fights to kill and maim
  » Fatal attack of choice is an underbelly dive.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[✧ Honeybadger.]

NO DIFFERENCE BETWEEN YOU AND I
WE SHARE THE SAME SUNSHINE FROM THE SAME SKY ​

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honeybadger & 13 moons & male & he/him & windclan moor runner ​

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Of all cats, honeybadger hadn't expected their leader to be the one to step up at his offer - eyes brightening at her presence It's an honor, really - to fight the moorland queen herself. Despite the difference in size, he hardly expects to come out the victor - though that certainly won't stop him from trying. He nods, falling into position obediently at her barked out orders.

And then there is no time left for thinking, only fighting.

He's far from the most graceful fighter - stocky limbs and broad chest, he's always been more of a bruiser than anything - and he hardly strays from the strategy now, not when he has something to prove. Golden furred figure is quick to stand upon hind legs - front paws barreling down towards sootstars shoulders in an attempt to topple her with his weight. He doesn't stop there - claws unsheathed as he tries to find purchase in flesh and fur, pushing himself forwards and attempting to barrel the both of them over.

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