pafp crowns and thorns | altercation

[Addervenom]

Life doesn't discriminate

Young needle like fangs bite and nibble idly upon the bone of some prey animal as he listens quietly to the conversation being held between his siblings. With a twist of his paws he flips the ivory around, working on the opposite side when he catches the eyes of someone looking in their direction. Adderkit turns his head, dark auburn gaze boring into that of Gravelpaw as the apprentice stares back with an expression not too far from annoyance. Just who did they think they were looking at like that? The moorland prince stands to his paws, bone clattering betwixt his legs as he continues to hold their gaze. Soon those paws are moving, each step commanding and releasing an air of dominance, tail rising high as he draws near.

Adderkit is wordless in his approach and holds no hesitation once he reaches the apprentice's skull resting neatly upon their paws. With sudden swiftness the moorland prince lifts a flaxen foot into the air before allowing it to come crashing down just as quick, effectively cuffing Gravelpaw over the ear. Lip curled in a judgmental sneer he looks down his nose at the older feline. "Who do you think you are? Daring to look at my siblings and I in such a way." He voices with metaphorical venom dripping from every word spoken. "Know your place." His tone deepens as much as a kitten's voice could as his chin dips, pelt now bristling along the length of his spine. (@GRAVELPAW) ​

Between the sinners and the saints​

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[GRAVELSNAP]

It’s almost amusing, how the kit attempts to intimidate them. They’d just been relaxing—and sure, shooting a glare in the direction of some particularly annoying kits—but Gravelpaw isn’t prepared to defend themself from the cuff over their ear when the tabby kit sweeps over to them. They flinch hard, leaping to their paws in a display of swiftness they’re sure their father would be proud of. They don’t really hear Adderkit’s words, too caught up in their own thoughts, but the message is clear. They’re being scolded for something (for looking?).

Without thinking, they draw back their paw, aiming a return smack right on top of the kit’s head. It isn’t hard by any means, intended to create distance between them rather than injure the child—because Adderkit is correct in a disgusting way. Adderkit is Sootstar’s offspring, so Gravelpaw can’t say for certain that they’re on even footing with the kit. They wouldn’t put it past the moorland queen to enact some sort of punishment for their act of violence against one of her kits, no matter how deserved. Still, they don’t back down—shoulders tensed, back straight, claws sheathed only because they don’t intend to actually injure a child.

Standing at their full height now, Gravelpaw glowers down at the kit. "Don’t touch me." It’s gritted out, a warning between their teeth, but it’s not particularly convincing.
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[ DEATH OF A DREAM ]​

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[WEASELCLAW]

Weaselclaw watches his kits from afar, warmth blooming floridly in his chest as he watces them scrap, clean one another's pelts, and strip every string of meat from a fresh-kill bone. Adderkit in particular seems to notice Gravelpaw sitting nearby, looking at him with complete innocence -- and the lead warrior smiles fondly as his son gets up and stomps closer to the apprentice. Adderkit even dares to strike the other cat on the ear! Weaselclaw shakes his head. Fearless, just like his parents!

Gravelpaw does not hit Adderkit back hard, but he does use a paw to push the fierce little ball of fur away from him. Weaselclaw snorts with amusement and pads closer to the two. He gives his son a semi-critical look. "So what are you going to do now, Adderkit? Are you going to give up just because your opponent is bigger than you?" He smiles at Gravelpaw. Some lessons are hard-learned.​

[ PENNED BY MARQUETTE ]​

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[icebreath]

TAGS — Icepaw doesn't know Gravelpaw too well, but she's always liked them from a distance, might even go so far as to say she feels a sense of comradery with them. They're both quiet and reserved, often seen on the outskirts of interactions. It's largely a product of anxiety on Icepaw's end, and in a clan of much more outspoken and confident youth, it's comforting to see someone else like her. Not to mention he's a hardworking cat, someone who actually takes their work seriously and doesn't mess around; the ideal tunneling partner, if their lines of work overlapped. But alas their jobs and schedules are vastly different, so she doesn't see much of him outside of the time to share tongues (which she often skips out on in favor of her duties). The little blue point musters up the courage to approach him and try striking up a conversation, but Adderkit beats her to it. Blue eyes stretch wide as she watches Gravelpaw retaliate against the kit's strike — it doesn't look like too hard of a smack, but it frightens her nonetheless. Not for Adderkit's sake, but for Gravelpaw's. This is one of Sootstar and Weaselclaw's children, after all; untouchable royalty, at least in her mind. She can't even imagine verbally disciplining them. She stares at the apprentice with a look of alarm on her face, striped tail lashing nervously.

Weaselclaw's approach only heightens her anxiety, but she's able to relax a bit when she realizes there's no anger in his body language. He merely takes it in stride, advising his son and offering Gravelpaw a smile. Her tense shoulders loosen. Silently grieving the opportunity to try and befriend her peer, Icepaw takes a seat somewhat close to him and elects to watch the affair as she grooms. "Careful, he's a tough opponent," she jests to Gravelpaw, though her tone is slightly too deadpan.
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[SILVERTHORN]

ALL NIGHT GAMER​

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Curiosity swelled within the young tom as he caught wind of something going on nearby. Padding closer he noticed that it was one of the kits trying to take on a much larger apprentice. Amusement gleamed in his eyes as he decided to study the pair with fascination, and admittedly the itching desire to find a sparring partner for himself lingered on his mind. Maybe later. "Get in low, rip open your larger opponent's soft underbelly." Silverpaw mumbles quietly to himself as he muses over how he would handle such a fight.
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[cottonsprig]

Cottonkit's much too enthralled in her part of the conversation to notice passing glances from other cats. Her confidence leaves her to know that she and her siblings are much like novelties - royalty within their own right, almost untouchable even by the fiercest WindClan cat. She finds no worry or paranoia in those surrounding them and thus cares far too little to watch them like Adderkit opts to. Stars, she doesn't even notice when her brother stands and strides away, her jaws still jabbering on about something meaningless.

She notices, however, when his voice pitches. Cottonkit's own ceases in her throat as she looks on, curiosity settling easily within her chest. Adderkit's taken offense to Gravelpaw's cursory gaze, and Gravelpaw, she assumes, doesn't take well to the assault. As any good sibling would, Cottonkit rises to her paws and steps just a tad closer, more than prepared to help out her brother should he need the extra paw. After all, Gravelpaw is an apprentice - the bicolored feline has more training than the lot of them combined. Others join them, including their father, and the tenseness in the air only fades a little. There's a challenge, she can tell. And Adderkit loves a challenge.

Cottonkit continues to press forward, her curiosity bursting at the seams. She's only hardly holding her tongue, idling near Icepaw as they continue to groom theirself. Silverpaw speaks and the blue smoke kitten makes silent notes. For the moment, however, she remains an observer.​

 

[HARRIERSTRIPE]

The silent tom-kit nearly bursts out laughing at the sight of his brother smacking Gravelpaw along the ears. What nerve he had! The chimera was certain he was about to get a severe whacking back, and what did he even hit the apprentice for anyways? Harrierkit wish he had been present to witness the reason why, but he'd badger his brother for the information later no doubt.

When he sees his father he halts in his tracks, uh oh... he couldn't decide who was going to get the beating; Gravelpaw for laying paw to the lead warriors son- or Adderkit for disrespect to who was technically a superior by age. He's preparing to wince, but no paw is raised, not even a growl is released. Instead, he snorts amused and challenges Adderkit, so what are you going to do now?

Harrier grins.

Needing to get closer to the scene to observe, he passes by Silverpaw. The tom-kit doesn't hear what is said, but he casts the apprentice a judgemental look for grumbling to himself. Usually, Harrierkit was concious about being outright rude to felines older than him, of higher ranking, but that cat was a kittypet. No matter what rank Silverpaw grew to fit in, Harrierkit would never extent his respect to the blue masked feline. Freak! His inner voice hisses. ​

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Spoiler: TAGS 🪶 02-16

( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​

╰ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· SOOTSTAR, male — he / him
╰ ‣ 2 moons . pisces. ages on the 14th
╰ ‣ windclan kit . believes in starclan

╰ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smells of the earth and dry grass , status — 100%
╰ ‣ blue and brown chimera . average sized WindClanner . yellow eyes

╰ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ESTJ-A ❝ EXECTUTIVE ❞ , Slytherin, Chaotic neutral
╰ ‣ self-reliant, loyal, disciplined, direct, impatient, unsympathetic, judge mental
╰ ‣ finds moderate difficulty in relating to others . can be cruel, but typically displays mercy

╰ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· WEASELCLAW x SOOTSTAR, sister to Windstrider, Sootchaser, Moorkit, Adderkit, Bluekit & Cottonkit
╰ ‣ sexuality unknown
╰ ‣ apprentice to TBD
╰ ‣ poor fighter . poor hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.​

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[Addervenom]

Life doesn't discriminate

Adderkit's vermillion glare never breaks from the soot splashed apprentice as he jumps to his paws in surprise. There is satisfaction blooming within his chest, delight in knowing that he'd taught this lowly apprentice to mind their gaze. But the feelings of victory threaten to crumble once Gravelpaw dare's to strike him over the head. Being smaller, younger, the boy's cranium dips slightly from the blow, but pops back up with vengeance. Gravelpaw's warning not to touch them falls upon deaf ears as those same ears pin back and dark eyes are set ablaze. The tabby's form quivers with righteous fury, little claws slipping from their sheathes as he continues to visually bore a hole through the apprentice's face. "I'm going to make you regret this day." Adder hisses up at them, defiantly standing his ground despite their glowering.

Weaselclaw approaches, the sound of his father's voice drawing half of his attention as he flicks a single ear in the lead warrior's direction. Him? Backing down to them? Never in a million moons and he intended to prove that point. "Give up?" Adderkit parrots, turning his body under the guise of appearing to walk towards the tabby. But his body pivots, taking the half step needed to bring him closer to Gravelpaw. Bunching his hind legs to perform a swift jump that would bring him eye level with the grey and white apprentice. Once again he lifts a paw whilst airborne, aiming to smack them over the ear again just before lading on his paws, sneering all the while. "I never give up." The boy voices, steadying his balance and regaining his footing. ​

Between the sinners and the saints​

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[GRAVELSNAP]

Oh, great. They’ve got a crowd. Gravelpaw does their best to tune out the surrounding cats, even Silverpaw, the weird apprentice who has no right to be giving anyone battle advice. They turn to give Icepaw a half-grin, though, amused by the tunneler’s comment.

If Adderkit had any sort of magical powers, Gravelpaw is sure that their head would explode. But their head remains squarely, solidly upon their tensed shoulders, so the apprentice thinks they’re safe. "I already regret this day. Any day I have to see you is the worst day," they snark back, lip curling to show off their teeth. They know that it’s a bit childish, to have beef with a kit, but they didn’t start this fight.

Gravelpaw takes a step back when they spot the tabby-striped lead warrior approach, looking up into Weaselclaw’s face. In their head, they’re preparing a defense. Hating kits is not punishable, is it? They can blame Adderkit for starting it, hitting them first—but Weaselclaw says nothing accusatory. The warrior asks his son what he’s going to do, apparently encouraging this confrontation.

Adderkit seems to take his father’s encouragement in stride, leaping up high to land another blow to the black-splashed apprentice’s ear. The kit claims that he never gives up, and Gravelpaw’s scowl deepens. Their eel-black tail lashes behind them, telegraphing their irritation for all too see. Their ear has been smacked twice now, and they’re only growing more upset with this conversation. "You should." There’s a tremble to their shoulders, but they cover it with a swipe of their paw to the kit’s legs. If they’re lucky, they’ll manage to knock him off his feet.
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[ DEATH OF A DREAM ]​

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[SNAKEHISS]

❪ TAGS ❫ — Gravelpaw and Adderkit having a brawl? Now this was entertaining.

After Snakepaw had made his way over toward the scene, he stood beside Icepaw, taking a few moments to focus on the spar before muttering at a volume that only she could hear, "I'll bet my next meal that Gravelpaw teaches the little pest a lesson." Snakepaw really had no reason to worry about the tunneler apprentice scolding him for his words, or even responding to him at all. Icepaw was small, fragile, and fidgety. He severely doubted that she, of all cats, would possess the gall to call him out in front of everyone here.

He didn't particularly like Gravelpaw, but he'd much rather the older apprentice win this match. Adderkit—along with the rest of his siblings—were Sootstar's new favorites, simply stumps blocking his path to gaining the leader's favor and attention. They thought they were untouchable, royalty even, because their mother just so happened to be StarClan chosen. Snakepaw's own family had been dwelling in these wilds for just as long as Sootstar's, so why wasn't he considered marshland nobility, too? Puh. It all made the apprentice boil with jealousy and bitterness. Adderkit could get punted to the stars as far as he cared.

However, should Gravelpaw lose to a mere kitten, Snakepaw would find enjoyment in that as well. He wouldn't be necessarily disappointed with either outcome.​

 

[icebreath]

TAGS — Gravelpaw's intensity as he counters Adderkit's threat is startling; she can't fathom that level of embitterment toward a kit, especially expressed verbally, and especially a kit from this particular brood. Catching sight of the other apprentice's lopsided grin cracks her mask of concern for a moment as pleasure blossoms within her, satisfaction at a successful joke and a bit of the connection she'd been seeking. They smile back after a brief delay, the time it'd taken to fully register what was happening. It fades when things continue to escalate, and she continues watching through round eyes as Adderkit strikes back with ferocity. Harrierkit seems into this, they notice; so many of Sootstar and Weaselclaw's kits are already so enthusiastic about combat. Cottonkit watches as well; her nearby presence is realized with a bit of a start, upon which the blue point offers another little smile. These little ones are so different from herself. What does it say about her if a bunch of kits are braver than she? Then again, she's been given actual reasons to worry, whereas they're still naive from inexperience. Hopefully they won't ever have to face a wake-up call, though Icepaw can't imagine such peace will ever come to pass.

Snakepaw's sudden proximity distracts her from her musing, and his whispered voice pulls her gaze away from the unfolding confrontation. All they can do for a few seconds is just stare at him with a furrowed brow. A pest. Stars, how many cats here lack any tact? Where's the respect? At least he speaks quietly, unlike Gravelpaw, only intending for Icepaw herself to hear the insult. That's something, she supposes. "I doubt he'll lose to a kit," they quietly concede, sounding like they'd rather be somewhere else. She's never been a fan of Snakepaw; his attitude is incredibly grating. Thankfully their age and job disparity tends to keep them apart. "Weaselclaw might give them a smack if they beat him too bad, though." Icepaw actually has no idea if that's true, but she wouldn't be surprised.
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[Voidwhisker]

Oh, he hated entitled brats. He hated them so much! He wanted to squish them, put them in place. Oh, how this litter was going to test his nerves and his patience. But he was going to keep it together. He would not join the abyss at the claws of either Sootstar or Weaselclaw. No, he would not give them that.

He watched the scuffle with a grin. He hoped Gravelpaw would smack the arrogant little worm down. Know your place, he says! Oh, Molewhisker had to choke back the cackling that he so desperately wanted to let out.

"I see the lesson we are learning today is learning to leave those who say not to touch them alone, and what happens when you ignore them~" He said, sitting just behind the gathering.

Respect, a simple, yet important lesson. One that Adderkit's esteemed father didn't want to teach, apparently.


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[Addervenom]

Life doesn't discriminate

He is acutely aware of the growing crowd, spectating eyes coming to see what all the fuss is about. And what a sight the young prince probably was. Adder's tail lashes wildly, hackles bristled and dancing while his body pulls taunt. Muscles coil, readying themselves like a snake prepared to strike. "Get used to having a nightmare of a time then, because I'm not going anywhere." He jabs back, spitting venom just as Gravelpaw swipes their foot with blinding speed. He didn't know what to expect after cuffing the apprentice's ear a second time. But he certainly did not anticipate a strike like this. The blow knocks into his legs, dismantling his squared stance to bring him tumbling down. Adderkit's eyes narrow, anger festering into a rolling boil at the minor pain.

He would not let them get away with this embarrassment, not if he could help it. There were too many watching, his father included. He refused to let the black splashed apprentice trample over him. Before Gravel's paws could fly out of reach, Adderkit outstretched his forearms on the way down, aiming to grip the older cat's limb with tiny claws as his hip collided with the ground. From there his maw would stretch wide with the intention to bite down on his opponent's paw, back legs curling in and aiming to furiously kick at the appendage before letting go. Sides heaving as he breaks away from them, glaring daggers up at them. "Don't tell me what to do!" He snaps back, regaining his balance. ​

Between the sinners and the saints​

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[HARRIERSTRIPE]

After scorning Silverpaw in his head, Harrierkit fixates his gaze back onto Adderkit and Gravelpaw. A crowd has grown now, and his brother was still making a fool of himself. Completely, utterly, embarrassing! Why was Weaselclaw not stopping this? Was he not embarrassed that Adderkit was making them look… so… pathetic? Is that the word his mind grasped at?

He can’t take it anymore, the second-paw embarrassment was too much. Upon Adderkit aiming a bite and kick at Gravelpaw’s leg he takes kitten strides over. Coming up on Adderkit he attempts to bite his brothers ear and pull. Stupid! Picking fights you cannot win! Making us look pathetic! Stupid. Stupid!​

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Spoiler: TAGS 🪶 02-23

( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​

╰ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· SOOTSTAR, male — he / him
╰ ‣ 2 moons . pisces. ages on the 14th
╰ ‣ windclan kit . believes in starclan

╰ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smells of the earth and dry grass , status — 100%
╰ ‣ blue and brown chimera . average sized WindClanner . yellow eyes

╰ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ESTJ-A ❝ EXECTUTIVE ❞ , Slytherin, Chaotic neutral
╰ ‣ self-reliant, loyal, disciplined, direct, impatient, unsympathetic, judge mental
╰ ‣ finds moderate difficulty in relating to others . can be cruel, but typically displays mercy

╰ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· WEASELCLAW x SOOTSTAR, sister to Windstrider, Sootchaser, Moorkit, Adderkit, Bluekit & Cottonkit
╰ ‣ nephew to Mintshade & Bluepool
╰ ‣ sexuality unknown
╰ ‣ apprentice to TBD
╰ ‣ poor fighter . poor hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.​

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[WEASELCLAW]

Weaselclaw watches in quiet amusement as Gravelpaw attempts to put Adderkit in his place -- and fails. The little scrap continues to spit and rage and hiss, and the tabby's smile grows. Of course, as Molewhisker points out, his son is showing blatant disrespect to another cat -- but he gives the other warrior a deadly stare for daring to question his parenting abilities. "I'd rather my son stand up for himself than become a mouseheart like some in this Clan," he hisses.

He can see Adderkit isn't going to stop anytime soon, though, and Weaselclaw has to admit the crowd that's gathering is doing nothing but mocking him. It is amusing to see a two-moon-old kit attempt to put a near-grown apprentice in their place, but he can tell his son is becoming frustrated.

He's about to put a stop to it at long last when Harrierkit leaps onto Adderkit, clearly having grown tired of the display.

Weaselclaw will let them tussle. Better they fight one another than annoy their Clanmates, he supposes. "Your enemies are outside of WindClan, Adderkit," he says. "It's best you learn that now. Fighting one another has led to nothing but trouble in our Clan."

He flicks his torn ear. "That being said, if you all want to fight each other, be my guest. Gravelpaw, my son has freed you," he says to the bicolor dryly, flicking Cottonkit with the tip of his tail.​

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[GRAVELSNAP]

The crowd around them is watching with a mixture of interest and derision. Though Gravelpaw is too focused on the kit in front of them to pay attention to their clanmates, they overhear Molewhisker’s words. The tunneler comments on the consequences of disregarding warnings—which is a bold statement, especially when the kit’s father is right there. As expected, though, Weaselclaw throws a hissed retort in the other tom’s direction, and Gravelpaw snorts in amusement.

Any amusement they feel evaporates within seconds. The tabby-striped kit grips onto their leg as he gets knocked over, digging in tiny claws, and Gravelpaw bares their teeth. Then there are teeth in their paw—they jerk their leg, hoping to shake off the termite before he lets go and regains steady footing. "Hey!" Their voice comes out strangled, the shriek half indignant and half enraged. Their paw throbs, which only serves to make them angrier. This cat who’s half their size had managed to not only disrupt their day, but has also embarrassed them in front of so many clanmates.

"You should learn to control yourself. The next clanmate you attack might not go so easy on you," they warn the child, voice brittle. They consider striking out at Adderkit once again, but before they make the decision, his brother steps forth. The monochrome feline jerks to the side, but Harrierkit only grabs for his brother’s ear; there’s a bit of respect gained for the blue and brown kit.

Their glare cuts away from the kits as Weaselclaw speaks again, hazel eyes slicing over to the tabby-striped lead warrior. They nod stiffly, once, and then turn on their heel to storm off. They don’t have to put up with this anymore. And now their paw and their ear hurt, so they just want to go huddle somewhere quiet to wallow in self-pity.
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[ DEATH OF A DREAM ]​

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[cottonsprig]

Cottonkit's interest has hardly swayed, though she makes mental notes of how effective Adderkit's intimidation attempts are. It's not long before Gravelpaw and Adderkit are in a partial scuffle, empowered by the other apprentices and warriors making bets on the situation. She still has half a mind to leap in and help her brother out, however Harrierkit goes for him first. Instead of pelting Gravelpaw with a flurry of jabs or biting his other paw, however, Harrierkit lunges for their brother and makes attempts to pull him away. Interesting...

Weaselclaw doesn't seem upset by this display. Cottonkit takes the lesson as she can - there are different ways to help one another. Perhaps, too, that restraint is an option. She's always thought, with the ruthless stories she's been fed, that fighting until an end was the only option, so this... is a change of pace, certainly. She's not sure it's one she likes. She's pulled from her thoughts by her father's tail, happily departing from the chittering apprentices to join more closely by his side, now watching Gravelpaw depart and her brothers roll around in the moorland sand.

"How long until they're done, you think?" Cottonkit poses the question to her father, head tilted. Adderkit's already riled up, and though Harrierkit may just be trying to stop his antics, it wouldn't be hard to pull the other into another mess.​

 

[Addervenom]

Life doesn't discriminate

He's unaware of the murmurings of the crowd, having gained tunnel vision during his partial spar with Gravelpaw. The indignant shriek laced with anger is like music to the moorland prince's ears. Another point for him ticked upon his metaphorical scoreboard. Weaselclaw said that sometimes not all fights could be fought fair, that sometimes you had to play dirty. So what better way than to execute it now? Although he supposed Gravelpaw should count themselves lucky since he did offer some restraint. He refrained from drawing blood after all. Adderkit's face scrunches with animosity as Gravelpaw attempts to lecture him. "Then keep your glares to yourself! You're no more innocent in this than I am." Adderkit retorts. No sooner did the words leave his lips did he feel teeth latch upon his ear and yank with force.

Tunnel vision shattered, he zeros in on his own brother, teeth gritting at the needles digging into paper thin skin. He didn't want to hurt Harrierkit, but he did want to make a point that the tom couldn't just latch onto him without consequence. "Get off me." He grunts, lifting a paw in an attempt to aim rapid strikes against his sibling's muzzle hopefully bopping him enough times to make the tom release him. If so then Adder would shake his head several times, as if that would somehow dislodge to the constant sting of his ear. "Who's side are you on?" He hisses, still riled up but less so now that Gravelpaw was retreating elsewhere. But now Harrier's intervention stoked the fire of a new flame. How could he turn against him like that?

Weaselclaw's tutelage does not fall upon deaf ears as he rips his attention away from his sibling to glance up at his father. There is a moment where he contemplates questioning the tabby over situations like this, but is too angry to do too much more talking. So instead he simply performs a curt nod, turning on his heels to walk elsewhere. Celebrating a victory in some ways and a loss in others. ​

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[Firefang]

There's something to be admired in Adderkits persistence and ferocity; he's so young but he has a ferocity within him she can respect it can see a lot of herself in him. If only he had the strength to back up his words, he would never win this fight no matter how hard he tried he was untrained and Gravelpaw wasn't a foe who was easily felled. They also had given a clear indication that they hated being bothered or pulled into any kittish games, and that's all this was in the eyes of many of the warriors. It would prelude fights in the future give the kits some modem of comprehension of what was ahead of them but it was still dulled down, their youth held them back. It's over as soon as it began, Adderkit's brother pulls him back and part of her wants to frown at Harrierkit, she'd let him starclan she'd encourage him even let him taste defeat to give him something to overcome. Losing was humiliating but to her the desire to get better and smear her opponents face into the dirt one day in revenge was the best motivation she could find.

And hey she'd turned out fine! she was strong and would continue to get stronger she had changed so much since she was their age, she had the might to back up her vicious words!
She does feel a twinge of sympathy for Gravelpaw and to save them from getting their day ruined any further, even if she'd like to see Adderkit continue to try and stand even a shred of a chance against them. Weaselclaw's commanding voice finalizes the end of the short lived fight more so then Harrierkit's tug. Gravelpaw is quick to escape and she tries to flash them a reassuring look before they're off and away, running away from the nuisances.

She'd part from the crowd padding over to stand in front of Harrierkit and Adderkit, a slight quirk to the corners of her maw in a half of a smirk. ❝Impressive, takes a lot of guts to stand up to someone much bigger then you.❞ she would say and she is genuine in her words she remembers how frustrating it was to be so small and useless and how her body felt like it couldn't accomplish much of anything. She remembers her envy at watching the apprentices as she sat at the entrance of the nursery dreaming of the day she'd be a tunneler. ❝You'll kick serious ass when you're older like your parents I'm sure❞ she would give a respectful nod Weaselclaw's way, Her gaze would shift down to Harrierkit and she'd flash a grin at him ❝And you, nice work catchin' him and pullin' him back before he got hurt. Gravelpaw may have realllyyyy gotten mad there and I dunno what they're capable of when they're angry❞ she herself if she watched Smokepaw charge stupidly into a opponent who'd tear him apart she wanted to say she'd let him but she knows that wouldn't be the right or bravest thing to do. ​

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[HARRIERSTRIPE]

His nose wrinkles against the rapid strikes to his muzzle, he lets his brother go. Jerk, just trying to help! He’d still be making a fool out of himself and the family if he hadn’t!

”Are you hare-brained?! Yours!“ The blue and brown kitten argues back when his loyalty is questioned, ”Otherwise I would’ve let you get beat up, cuz’ you were sure on your way there.” It’s his final words before he lets Adderkit stalk off, he wasn’t going to waste his time explaining things his brother could not see!

Firefang’s words his met with a nod, masking behind his neutral expression is a burning feeling of pride for himself. Praise from a warrior! It was enough to convince him that despite Adderkit’s ire he had done the right thing by looking out for him... even if he was also partially looking out for himself. ”Yes… I probably saved him from a visit to Vulturemask.” Harrierkit murmurs, not entirely sure Gravelpaw would’ve done that much damage… but as Firefang said, the apprentice had been growing upset.​

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Spoiler: TAGS 🪶 02-23

( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​

╰ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· SOOTSTAR, male — he / him
╰ ‣ 2 moons . pisces. ages on the 14th
╰ ‣ windclan kit . believes in starclan

╰ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smells of the earth and dry grass , status — 100%
╰ ‣ blue and brown chimera . average sized WindClanner . yellow eyes

╰ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ESTJ-A ❝ EXECTUTIVE ❞ , Slytherin, Chaotic neutral
╰ ‣ self-reliant, loyal, disciplined, direct, impatient, unsympathetic, judge mental
╰ ‣ finds moderate difficulty in relating to others . can be cruel, but typically displays mercy

╰ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· WEASELCLAW x SOOTSTAR, sister to Windstrider, Sootchaser, Moorkit, Adderkit, Bluekit & Cottonkit
╰ ‣ nephew to Mintshade & Bluepool
╰ ‣ sexuality unknown
╰ ‣ apprentice to TBD
╰ ‣ poor fighter . poor hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.​

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