private Bite the hand that feeds me ☾ Antlerpoison

[THRASHPAW]

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Antlerbreeze- Antlerpoison? Similarly with Doecry he wasn't sure what to call her, it didn't help that the camp seemed to be split on the pairs names. Some referring to her by her name before Skyclaw and some referring to her name after. Antlerbreeze had been enforced when she transitioned from Antlerpaw so she just assumed the same standard had to be held for Antlerpoison, even if he wasn’t a fan of all these changing names. She was confusing to him, when it met her she seemed misty eyed. Friendly… He thinks? That seemed friendly? Still, Howl's words were clear in their mind, ThunderClan can’t be trusted so that meant no matter how friendly she seemed, as an extension of the clan she can't be trusted either.

She was angry lately, that anger was scary. Quiet enough, but Thrashkit knew it was there. He had always known fury from Baying Hound, she had never seemed to experience anything but that, even in her quieter moments. He sits by the entrance of the camp again, staring out at nothing at all. It wondered what the rest of the forest was like right now, and wondered where Baying Hound was. Is she still where Fallowbite left her? No, she had to have moved or else the forest would have taken her. He’s stuck in that visual for a moment, torn between wanting to think about Baying Hound escaping the claws of death or thinking about how long it would truly take for her to be bones.

The crunch of earth and stone under paw, causing fur to bristle. He whirls around and for a moment he's back in that forest, hiding in that bush again. It was Antlerpoison in front of him this time when he realises that she wasn't hiding in the bush and was instead in ThunderClans camp. It was not Fallowbite here. Yet the adrenaline of fear still ripples in his tiny body, she feels the need to protect herself and they do. Instinct wins and as a result tiny teeth latch onto the first part of her older sister that they can find. He doesn't let go, even when he barely hears her voice over the blood rushing in his ears.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎I was born hungry ☆ What do I need‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

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• THRASHKIT
  any pronouns, 3 moons
  ☆ A black smoke with abnormally bright amber eyes and a habit of crouching while they walk.
  ☆ Bayinghound x Duke | Littermates with Howlkit & Yippingkit
  ☆ Due to her circumstances surrounding it's life she will be confrontational in the majority of their interactions { will start fights | will not end fights | will not run away and might be merciful }
  ☆ "speech" | thoughts | attacking
  ☆ All opinions are IC only!

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[antlerbreeze]

Names. They had been a sore spot for her. Antler had turned to Antlerpaw, to Antlerbreeze, to Antlerpoison. She had decided to fuck with it and cast herself back to just being Antler. That was safe- she knew that name, that name had never changed. That name, she could live with. On a different paw, she had changed- anger had become her ruler, and she lived with it as her guardian. It flashed it's teeth and reared it's head to defend her body and soul.

It still brewed within whilst she was allowed to go on a tiny little walk. Dirtplace was likely the place to head to next before she made it back to the medicine den- but approaching the gorse tunnel, her eyes met Thrashkit's smaller form. Her siblings was something that Antler had issues coming to turn with. More lives, brought by Baying Hound, stained by her just the same. She inhaled quietly, trying to settle herself and her nerves as she approached.

Antler's vision searched Thrashkit's body as she stepped closer, paw pressing down to earth and stone. It alerted the kit, but that was fine- Antler preferred that her younger sibling did hear her after all. It wasn't enough- it was never enough. Antler's ears flattened as Thrashkit leapt at her, tiny but razor sharp fangs biting into feathered leg. She refused to move backwards, teeth gritting together and her tail trembling briefly.

When she spoke, her voice is raw still, ears lowering down. ".. That's okay, Thrash. I would have done the same." She manages, swallowing her saliva lightly.

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• ANTLERPOISON she/her, warrior of thunderclan, thirteen 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.
  ⭃ previously mentored by howlingstar / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ padding after no one / / sibling to fallowbite and doepath
  ⭃ 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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[THRASHPAW]

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There was confusion, this is not how this should be going. No sharp intakes of air, no reprimanding, no attempts to shake or throw him off. Their fangs stay latched onto Antlerpoison’s leg, unsure of what they should do from here. The silence between them is deafening, there is no warning hiss or any kind of growl from the kit. An eerie silence is given from him for this moment that Antlerpoison is silent. When she does speak it’s alarming, still waiting for some kind of reprimand but it doesn’t come. He doesn’t get it, and it hurts to think about it. Even Fallowbite told him not to bite, it clearly didn’t stop him though. Instead she claims that it’s okay, that she would have done the same. Would you? They guess so, his older sister seems volatile enough to carry that with her and yet at the same time she finds it hard to believe.

It takes him a moment to realise that she says Thrash, not Thrashkit like he had been forced to get used to. There’s hesitation before he pulls themself away from her, not taking the time to look if blood pooled at the tiny puncture wounds. For some reason it makes his stomach churn, bile rises in his throat at the thought and they don’t like that. They didn’t feel sick, nothing eaten today felt bad to eat and he had been fine up until now. “You have to say Thrashkit” he reminds her, she can’t remember when was the last time he spoke to her. If he had even spoken to her until now. As he settles on his haunches to look back at the gorse tunnel it wraps its tail around himself.

That ever present tremor is once again slightly more noticeable as she tenses. He hopes that it comes across as shaking with anger but deep down they knew that it probably never has. Baying Hound wouldn’t shake, not when she was healthy anyways, does that mean he’s sick? Does he have to see someone about that? Deciding against better instincts he looks back at Antlerpoison, trying to pick apart what she was even doing here. Why had she decided to be so nice about it? He can’t think too long, that bile comes back when he does.

“Would you have?” He decides on vocalising his earlier thoughts, doubt clear in his voice. Though he makes no attempt to elaborate further, leaving it up to the warrior to decipher what his question meant.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎I was born hungry ☆ What do I need‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

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• THRASHKIT
  any pronouns, 4 moons
  ☆ A black smoke with abnormally bright amber eyes and a habit of crouching while they walk.
  ☆ Bayinghound x Duke | Littermates with Howlkit & Yippingkit
  ☆ Due to her circumstances surrounding it's life she will be confrontational in the majority of their interactions { will start fights | will not end fights | will not run away and might be merciful }
  ☆ "speech" | thoughts | attacking
  ☆ All opinions are IC only!

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