pafp BETWEEN THE BARS ✧ race

[SCORCHSTORM]

Wolfsong and Sunstride used to tell her stories of the mountains; the way they disappeared into the clouds; the way the snow was so deep it could swallow her whole. Now she stands upon them, able to take in the beauty of the craggy peaks and sparkling white frost. There's no denying that the mountains are beautiful. The air is colder, clearer; the sky is bluer; the terrain is unforgiving and so she feels all the more accomplished as she conquers it. Scorchpaw has a new appreciation for the sun-kissed toms back home. Maybe she can tell their kits about her trip through the peaks, each crag pointing up at StarClan as if waiting to snap its jaws on the heavens.

But Scorchpaw does not belong here. Her heart pulses with the blood of the moorlands itself– when she sleeps she feels the warm breeze in her fur; she sees the rolling golden fields. Her claws itch so terribly to swim through them again, cutting through the heather like sharks through currents. She carries the ache in her chest, and it spreads through her ribs, and then through her spine, and then through her blood until it consumes each inch of her. She's homesick.

The sun is barely peeking above the horizon now; the dawn sky is radically orange. As their makeshift camp stirs awake, Scorchpaw finds an itch in her claws that she can no longer ignore. Glancing around quickly, her bi-colored gaze settles on another WindClanner.

"Mouseflight," she calls, stalking to the tunneler with a demanding gleam in her eye, "let's race to that tree." With her tail, she gestures to a lone pine many fox-lengths away. "... Please?" They can figure out the prizes for winning later– all she knows right now is that she needs to run.

/ @Mouseflight

𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐈 𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐔𝐆𝐄 ✧ 𝘼𝙁𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙈𝙀 𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙀𝙎 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁𝙇𝙊𝙊𝘿

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  — scorchkit . scorchpaw
  — she/they ; apprentice of windclan
  — short-haired tortoiseshell she-cat with low white and orange/yellow eyes
  — "speech" ; thoughts
  — chibi by giinya, signature by raphaelion
  — penned by meghan

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[Mouseflight]

Mouseflight had found himself missing the moors since the second they had crossed over the thunderpath all those nights ago. Despite this, he had some comfort in knowing that he had WindClanners with him, even if they weren't in the moors any longer their own customs were with them somewhat. He wasn't the only one who sought out gaps in the trees so he could sleep under the stars after all.

The warrior had been waking up when he heard his name. Still slightly groggy he looked around, ears pricked for a moment before his gaze came across Scorchpaw and he stopped, listening to the words the other spoke and it took less than a moment for Mouse to stand up and stretch, legs splaying out behind him for a moment before he neared the other. "Alright." He'd state, a glint in his own eye as he looked over to the tree. "There and back?" It sounded like a question but was more a suggestion, more a plea. He missed running across the moors, and though this wasn't that it was the closest they had been in days and he didn't want to let the chance to run and keep running to go to waste.

⋆｡°✩ threw my voice into the dark

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  ⋆ mousekit - mousepaw - mouseflight
  ⋆ ftm - he/him - 11 moons
  ⋆ bisexual - open to relationship
  ⋆ tunneler of windclan
  ⋆ attack - speech - thought
  ⋆ penned by tikki

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[GENTLESTORM]

✦ The view on the mountains is simply breathtaking and he enjoys the all that he can see, Hailstorm having risen just a little earlier to see the sunrise from the heights that they were at now. It's enough to make his heart soar but now he finds himself half dozing off and awake but his warm amber gaze turns to the sound of cats talking only to see that it was a pair of Windclanners, both of his ears perking forward as he stretches out his front limbs from underneath him and let's his claws poke out for a heartbeat before he sits up slowly with a soft yawn.

The sound of a race catching his attention and curiosity settles in as he keeps his gaze on them for a bit, Windclanners were known for their speed and the fact he would potentially see just how fast they could be made him rather interested. It was nice seeing each clans strengths throughout the journey, it made him more appreciative of the other cats from each group seeing as they all had their own individual abilities. He decides not to say anything at first letting his tongue swipe over his paw real quick and flatten down some fur on his chest "You got this," He encourages to both cats with a quick nod, all he could do was spectate and offer a word or two of encouragement.

* ˚✦ YOU FOUND ME HERE; UNDERGROUND

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  ✦ 47 moons old
  ✦ thunderclan warrior
  ✦ bisexual demiromantic; single
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ semi-difficult in combat; relies on strength and his burly build
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ✦ penned by bosstaurus

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[Periwinklebreeze.]

❀​❀ OH HOME, LET ME COME HOME ❀❀​

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periwinklebreeze & 14 moons & demi-boy & he/they & windclan moor runner ​

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Scorchpaw's words catch his attention immediately - a spark of warmth in pale blue eyes as he watches her talk with mouseflight. He's quick to dart over, pawsteps feather-light as he moves. "Do y-you mind if i j-j-join?" he chirps with a lopsided grin, trying and failing to not sound over-eager. It's been to long since he's ad a good run - races are always fun, a good way to loosen up and relax. Perhaps bluepool has rubbed off on him a bit more than he'd thought, really, because he finds it hard not to run about every day even now. Only a glance is sparred hailstorms way, but it doesn't dull - he does not mind spectators after all.

— home is wherever I'm with you ❀

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  — a lithe figured black and white tom with a false-pointed pattern and clear blue eyes that gleam periwinkle in the right lighting. he seems perpetually worn and exhausted, with heavy bags beneath his eyes and a slouched posture. he has a speech impediment which leaves him with a stutter and sometimes even completely non-verbal, and his fluffy tail is adorned with carefully woven daisies.
  
  — physically medium && mentally easy && pacifist
  — non-violent powerplay allowed && healing powerplay allowed && minor injury powerplay allowed
  — please attack using [b][color=#ccccff]action here[/color][/b] and tag account

 

[batwing]

.i'll be your calm, —————————

————————— before the storm!.

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Batwing did not run like those born to the moors- be it actually, or in spirit. He raced across ink-covered branches in the moonlight, wearing his name well. He raced the heartrate of himself and those who had passed, but not oft upon the ground. He knew how fast he was. The only times he had raced at home was when other's called for competition. He didn't find racing on the ground as satisfying as navigating and running across the strong Thunderclan tree branches, forcing his mind to think ahead, and his paws to cooperate in time to not fall.

But Hailstorm is distracted, so Batwing looks over to the two Windclanners speaking amongst themselves. He pads near Hailstorm, not sitting yet. Perwinklebreeze joins in too, and his ears twitch and perk. His heart soars, and Batwing- after brush his tail against Hailstorm's shoulder in greeting- padded past his friend to raise his voice towards the other Windclanners. "I know I'm far from as fast as you guys, but I want to run too. If that's okay." He asked. All of these warriors- and one apprentice- were younger then him by about ten moons or so. That wouldn't stop him.

He wanted to see his father's figure again, just like those in front of him wanted to see the moor.

"speech"​

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[SCORCHSTORM]

Mouseflight accepts her invitation and Scorchpaw can't suppress her grin, weary though it was. There's a competitive glint in his eye, and there's on in hers, too; she hasn't properly raced anyone since Hollypaw had challenged her when they were kittens and the wind blew fiercely through their camp. It had been strange circumstances then, and it would be stranger circumstances now, but she's determined. Although Mouseflight was a warrior, he was also a tunneler– she thinks she might have the advantage here, since she's the one that spends most of her time aboveground with the golden grasses.

There and back? he asks, and the girl nods enthusiastically. The more track the better, really. And the more the merrier, too– Periwinklebreeze darts towards them and asks to join in, and a purr rumbles deep in her throat. "Of course," she meows with a grin, moving to stand alongside him and prepare herself for takeoff. It's nice, she thinks, that Periwinklebreeze would indulge this game with her. It reminds her of the rock-stacking they'd done when she was a kitten, and suddenly she feels that much warmer in the snowy landscape.

They're nearly ready to start, but she pauses when more cats begin to creep into their game. Scorchpaw's citrine gaze shifts to the ThunderClanners present. The poofy white one spouts encouragement, and to her surprise, the pitch-pelted warrior asks to join in. Scorchpaw's whiskers twitch. Briefly, she glances to her own Clanmates; but what was the harm in letting Batwing race, too? It's not like he'd win. Her competitive spirit simmers, and Scorchpaw's piercing gaze softens with warmth. "Sure, you can join," she mews, and then jests, "but you're definitely gonna eat our dust." Not that he didn't know that already.

Scorchpaw waits for all of the participants to settle themselves at her arbitrary starting line before counting down. Her muscles tense and bunch as she parts her jaws: "Okay.... Ready, set, go!" And they're off, tearing through the snow and kicking white powder up behind them in a great race to the lone pin (and back, of course).

/ i dont have a system for winning in mind! ^_^ id be happy to plot one or just leave it to chance / whoever posts first / rolls / the like!

𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐈 𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐔𝐆𝐄 ✧ 𝘼𝙁𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙈𝙀 𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙀𝙎 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁𝙇𝙊𝙊𝘿

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  — scorchkit . scorchpaw
  — she/they ; apprentice of windclan
  — short-haired tortoiseshell she-cat with low white and orange/yellow eyes
  — "speech" ; thoughts
  — chibi by giinya, signature by raphaelion
  — penned by meghan

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[Mouseflight]

The more cats that joined in on their race the higher Mouseflight's spirits became, even the ThunderClanner who had asked to join caused the warrior's grin to widen and his competitive spirit get higher with the thought of more cats to run alongside. For the most part he didn't care if he won - the only exception being against Batwing at this point - he just wanted to run and feel the wind in his fur no matter how cold it would be with the chill of the snow underpaw. It was agreed that they would race to the tree and back and his tail waved in excitement - there was plenty of track now and it would be easier to tell who won.

"May the best cat win." He lightheartedly stated, smile cast towards his fellow WindClanners before he lined up with the rest of the cats and crouched, eyes moving ahead as he stared at the tree they were aiming to go towards. The second Scorchpaw announced for them to go he was off, paws kicking up snow as he sprinted forward and head for the tree. It was almost as if the snow no longer exist and he no longer felt the effects of the cold wind on his face. He was back home in the moors, racing alongside friends and family.

⋆｡°✩ threw my voice into the dark

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  ⋆ mousekit - mousepaw - mouseflight
  ⋆ ftm - he/him - 11 moons
  ⋆ bisexual - open to relationship
  ⋆ tunneler of windclan
  ⋆ attack - speech - thought
  ⋆ penned by tikki

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[Periwinklebreeze.]

❀​❀ OH HOME, LET ME COME HOME ❀❀​

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periwinklebreeze & 15 moons & demi-boy & he/they & windclan moor runner ​

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Batwing joins in as well, and with a few well wishes they're off at last - a quiet laugh and faint smile upon his lips the moment he moves. It's nice, being like this - periwinklebreeze has always loved to run, the feeling of the wind in his fur and the earth beneath his paws soothing in it's simplicity. When he runs, there is no worry, not pain - no problems, only peace. Blue eyes glint playfully as he dives forwards, putting on a small burst of speed. While he's not the most competitive of cats, he feels like h has something to prove this time - at the very least, he won't let mouseflight win simply because he stumbles. It'd been bad enough to do so in front of his clan mates - he can only imagine the embarrassment if he did so here and now in front of all the others.

— home is wherever I'm with you ❀

• Actions && "Speech," && ' Thoughts/Quotes '
  
  ooc: —
  tw/cw: —
  
• 
  — a lithe figured black and white tom with a false-pointed pattern and clear blue eyes that gleam periwinkle in the right lighting. he seems perpetually worn and exhausted, with heavy bags beneath his eyes and a slouched posture. he has a speech impediment which leaves him with a stutter and sometimes even completely non-verbal, and his fluffy tail is adorned with carefully woven daisies.
  
  — physically medium && mentally easy && pacifist
  — non-violent powerplay allowed && healing powerplay allowed && minor injury powerplay allowed
  — please attack using [b][color=#ccccff]action here[/color][/b] and tag account