private COUNTING MY FAILURES [✦] snakehiss

[HARRIERSTRIPE]

Harrierstripe has been haunted by his failures the past several sunrises. Smokethroat was alive, and somehow half-dead he had crawled his name to the Moonstone to be named Smokestar. As the cat who had dealt the final blow and declared Smokethroat ‘dead-enough’ he felt responsible for the fact his father’s enemy still lives. Weaselclaw must be wanting to claw his ears off from whatever astral plane he walked upon.

In times like these Harrierstripe does his best to shift blame off of him and onto someone else. He thinks and he thinks, and he notes the failures of Snakehiss who is settled not too far away from him. It had been difficult not to note that the black tom-cat hadn’t joined in on bringing Smokestar down, Harrierstripe doesn’t understand how any cat wouldn’t lunge for the oppertunity. He swallows down the final bite of his prey and can’t resist asking.

”Snakehiss,” He meows, voice deep and rough, beginning to lack the squeaking of youth. ”You seem… out of it. Why didn’t you help us bring down Smokestar?” He also thinks back to the battle with the rogues, he heard that the tom had to be saved by Sparkspirit. It just didn’t seem like the strong and ambitious cat he thought he admired.

☾ INFO BATTLE

• >> @SNAKEHISS
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  » Harrierkit . Harrierpaw . Harrierstripe
  » WindClan Warrior
  » He/him
  » A black and chocolate chimera with golden eyes.
  » "Speech" ․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » A foe who uses jeers and taunts to distract his opponents.
  » Excels in using terrain to his advantage.
  » Fights to overpower and see another day.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[SNAKEHISS]

For so long, he had been fine with living a lie. At least his clanmates ( some of them, anyway ) seemed to respect his dedication and wit. He was a fierce warrior, what he had always wanted to be, what he had been destined to be! So, why was he always nagged by an underlying guilt?

Harrierstripe's voice addresses him, suspicion lacing his tone, and Snakehiss could feel his stomach sinking. Why didn't you make sure he was dead?! You made the killing blow! Snakehiss urged to accuse Harrierstripe just as easily as he did others, but his serpentine tongue did not dare strike. This was Sootstar's son, Cottonpaw's brother.

A bothersome lump swells in the base of his throat, only reminding Snakehiss of just how frightened he was. He saw his weakness. He could swiftly put an end to his reputation like a fox taking down a rabbit and no one would even question him. He could lose everything. As much as Snakehiss had always loathed admitting it, Harrierstripe was WindClan royalty, and not him.

Snakehiss believed himself to be somewhere in Sootstar's good graces and, as far as he knew, she was unaware of his act of cowardice at Highstones ( and in previous battles ). He intended to keep it that way. He just had to play things smart.

Leveled and calm, mustering all of his concentration so as to not let his facade crack under pressure, he replied with the best excuse he could muster, "The rest of you lot were jumping him like a pack of hounds, I did not wish to spoil your glory. I thought for sure he had been finished within seconds." I thought. They all thought. How could Harrierstripe be so foolish? Snakehiss wants to explode, directing all of his pent-up frustrations toward the younger warrior, though a gut-wrenching thought prods relentlessly at the back of his mind — would Smokestar have died if Snakehiss decided to participate too? Could his claws have made the difference?

Smokethroat- Smokestar was not someone who should have been left alive. Now he would reign hell upon WindClan through all nine of his lives for what they did.

₊ ⋆ * ⊹ ₊ ☾ —— 𝙞 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚

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  ✰ SNAKEHISS
  —— he/him; moor runner of windclan
  —— bisexual; single; not looking
  —— long-limbed black tom with green eyes, a small white chest patch, and a notable bite mark on his right foreleg
  —— "speech", thoughts, attack
  —— link to full tags; @ on discord for plots.
  —— penned by beatles

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[HARRIERSTRIPE]

With no reason to be suspicious of otherwise, Harrierstripe believes in Snakehiss’ reasoning. He lifts his head upward, craning out his neck to relieve tense muscles. ”…He should be dead. No cat should’ve been able to survive that- not with all the wounds and blood I saw.” He hisses, tip toeing around the fact he was the best to blame for the fact Smokestar remained prancing around the reeds. Sootstar had given him a look that could kill that night, the shame on his shoulders was heavy. ”We will kill him yet.” Though now it’d be harder than ever, but Addervenom and Harrierstripe needed to grant their father’s final wish.

☾ INFO BATTLE

• 
  » Harrierkit . Harrierpaw . Harrierstripe
  » WindClan Warrior
  » He/him
  » A black and chocolate chimera with golden eyes.
  » "Speech" ․ thoughts ․ attack
  
• 
  » A foe who uses jeers and taunts to distract his opponents.
  » Excels in using terrain to his advantage.
  » Fights to overpower and see another day.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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