private CAN’T TRUST ANYONE OR ANYTHING [✨] Chrysaliswing

[FIGFEATHER]

While not all SkyClan cats roamed the trees, most did. It was often during patrols Figfeather was left to hunt solo on the ground, truth be told, she did not mind it. She recalls training sessions with Tallulahwing in the trees where the goal was to work together to hunt down a piece of prey, it hadn’t been her strong suit. The tabby does better working alone.

As she stalks a red-breasted grosbeak her fur prickles, she feels eyes from above on her. Someone from the patrol was lurking, watching her. She feels the beating of her heart accelerate as she moves another paw forward, careful not to disturb the twig laying port of her paw.

The grosbeak continues to peck at the seeds on the ground even as a duo of robins join it. Still her best target, Figfeather doesn’t allow the brown birds to distract her. Slowly moving a majority of her weight onto her usable rear leg she would use it to propel her forward in a leap. Paws land right before the grosbeak and before it can react she opens her maw and bites right into its neck. The wingbeats of the robins could be heard as she drops her fresh-kill onto the ground.

Then she looks into the trees. That’s where she spots Chrysaliswing looking back down at her, he is who had been watching her. The marmalade tabby scoffs, ”Was that a good enough performance for you?” She asks sarcastically, bitterness singeing her words.

♡ INFO BATTLE

• @CHRYSALISWING
• 
  » Figfeather
  » SkyClan Warrior
  » She/her . AMAB
  » Mate to Fantastream
  » Sire to Sangriakit & Coffeekit
  » Mentoring Wolfpaw
  » A red tabby she-cat with a mangled leg.
  » ”Speech”․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » A foe in battle whose ability to strategize can shift tides.
  » Excels in strategizing and pre-planning her battles.
  » Fights defensively and to aid her clan to victory.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[CHRYSALISWING]

True to their namesake, Skyclan proved the kings of the skies, coursing closer to the expansive azure than any other creature, other than the fleet-winged birds that flitted through the bark-fleshed branches. There were little others that could compare to the scaling abilities of the pine forest's inhabitants, for they had been born with springing legs and careful claws. The chimaera, in turn, looked down upon those that could not fulfill his image of the ideal wildcat, and not many escaped the baying flames of his ire. With the kinglets and the finches, Chrysaliswing leaped from bough to bough, though trained hands could grasp upon the rough skin of the trees with ease. Being so close to the clouds and the blue felt much less restrained than following his trail on the ground, and he found his footfall among the files of the woodlands' offshoots. Mismatched gaze swam in the shadows cast from above, annular eyes trained upon the earthbound Figfeather and her prey, the red-breasted gosbeak. Of course she'd go for a grosbeak, scorn flooded through his mind as easily as the meandering stream followed its predetermined path, as easily as the blood flowed through veins. That bird practically looks like it has a target on its chest.

It seemed that the marmalade-coated feline noticed him. Whiskers twitched as she regarded him, never with the kindness he did not deserve. "Yeah, for a lame cat who can't climb." Chrysaliswing met her bitterness with a spat of his own envenomed vitriol, as though the taste bled from his silver tongue and down night-tinged chin. Though, as much as his pride would never allow him to admit it, her hunter's technique had certainly improved from their days of apprenticeship. There was some merit in that to him, at least. Deftly, the tom leapt down from his arboreal throne, paws catching themselves upon the scattering foliage and cold shoulder of the ground. "I'm sure your kittypet friends will be happy to play with that piece of prey." A sneer tore through satin-furred veneers, as though his spite returned home to the place where it had carved its nest, a plastic face he rarely ever departed from his own.

𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 ⚠︎ 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘦

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  —— CHRYSALISWING / He/They / 23 Moons
  —— Warrior of Skyclan / Mentoring n/a"
  —— A long-haired tomcat with chimaeric patterning. His left side is fully black and his right side is black splotched with sunset-orange. He has complete heterochromia, with his right eye being a bright green and his left eye being a glowering yellow.
  —— Abrasive, temperamental, and critical. Approach at your own risk and engage at your own cost. Despite this, he is a hard worker and quick to call out what he finds wrong.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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[FIGFEATHER]

Her nose wrinkles at his own venomous retort. Every insult he flung from his mouth was rooted in her leg, thats when his bullying had started, after all. It amazes her that after so many moons he’s still as tart and bitter as Chrysalispaw was. How did he have the energy to be so foul all the time?

Turning around as he leaps down from his perch, Figfeather picks up her bird and bounds forward a few fox-lengths to keep distance from him. With no response to his first insult the tri-colored tom throws another one that causes her hackles to bristle. She tries to calm herself quickly and not allow Chrysaliswing to get the reaction he dug for, but he always did know where to poke and prod the marmalade tabby to make her snap.

”Are you too bird-brained to come up with any new insults?” She questions with a sneer, still refusing to turn around and face him as she passes a clump of ferns. ”Lame leg this. Kittypet that. The same apprentice taunts every time.” Figfeather knows it’d be best to outright ignore him but the fire on her tongue can’t resist.

♡ INFO BATTLE

• 
  » Figfeather
  » SkyClan Warrior
  » She/her . AMAB
  » Mate to Fantastream
  » Sire to Sangriakit & Coffeekit
  » Mentoring Wolfpaw
  » A red tabby she-cat with a mangled leg.
  » ”Speech”․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » A foe in battle whose ability to strategize can shift tides.
  » Excels in strategizing and pre-planning her battles.
  » Fights defensively and to aid her clan to victory.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[CHRYSALISWING]

"You can call them apprentice insults, but I know they struck a nerve." Sooty-hued maw sneered as Figfeather spat back, with the rest of his bistre-tinged pelt shimmering in the meager sun underneath the pine forest's reach. The marmalade-colored feline shoved past a cluster of ferns, as if to push him away, though Chrysalis had always been a dogged presence much to the chagrin of literally everyone. So, he followed, though tailed behind her as if lurking in her shadows would get him out of an altercation, including the ones where he was in range for a quick swipe of nettle-sharp claws. Chrysaliswing often felt powerless in the face of his fate and the world around him, but through grit and sout and spitfire, the tom had been able to eke out the barest space where he felt in control for once. If another cat crumbled underneath the blustering weight of his words, it proved that his tongue had might over their being, and to wield such a dominance over others was the easiest way to crawl to the top. Of course, this plan was much more fallible than he liked to admit, akin to a silhouette of a great beast rather than the beast itself. His legs moved in the manner of a juvenile jaunt, a smug display like a predator so sure that they had won their prey, letting their guard down for just a fleet heartbeat.

"It was a pretty good catch though, for a Skyclanner that can't do what Skyclan is known for." He anticipated his umbrage to come cycling back to him, in the form of insults or diatribes flung back at his stupid-looking smirk that had stoked the fire in the first place. Fig had always been quick to defend herself now, though keen memory dredged up when she had first cried out incredulously and ran off into the forest. The molly had grown into her skin and flourished into a grand garth, but Chrysaliswing's garden had always been barren and wilted. Where many ran, he could only walked, for he found himself tethered to what he could not change and what had already transpired. He was a self-contained ingle of his hatred, though it came leaking out of his mouth and his face, like oil marring the surface of an already impure visage. "I mean, if you think you can compete against a regular, not-lame Skyclan warrior, then I'm always down for a challenge." Shoulders shrugged underneath his wispy, long pelt, slaking his own thirst for power with his unbridled, misplaced confidence. He didn't have anything better to do, anyways.

𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 ⚠︎ 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘦

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  —— CHRYSALISWING / He/They / 23 Moons
  —— Warrior of Skyclan / Mentoring n/a
  —— A long-haired tomcat with chimaeric patterning. His left side is fully black and his right side is black splotched with sunset-orange. He has complete heterochromia, with his right eye being a bright green and his left eye being a glowering yellow.
  —— Abrasive, temperamental, and critical. Approach at your own risk and engage at your own cost. Despite this, he is a hard worker and quick to call out what he finds wrong.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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