private CUT-THROAT DELIGHT ( FLORABREEZE )

[BLOODY MARY]

Clueless. She's acted clueless so far. Clinging to a half-smile, actions not matching her words. Surely she didn't think her stupid, talking the way she did... Those teeth scraped against her shoulders... she's certain that it had been taunting. Clan cats tease her with claws along her skull... they say no blood is needed, and yet the best amongst them clearly wants fangs in her neck... Something like her could only go so long without an answer. A dog can sustain itself on nothing, fill its jaws with empty air and crunch down on mist... It needs meat; aches to pry the last scrapes from a knobby bone... Florabreeze was her name. In the few days she's been here, she's heard it someplace or another...

It's funny that SkyClan thought they could tether a wolf to a deer. Even funnier, that it worked. She didn't hold her throat down with teeth, but with something else entirely... There's a small claw-sliver of time where the wolf isn't bleeding out, though... How enthralled had she been to find herself on the heels of her muse... They hailed from similar places. Tread similar paths... Yeah, this is what she'd done it for. Dawn bleeds behind them both. Bleached paws kick up a storm to catch up to her. It mirrors the day she'd met Edmund, the day she'd met her. Attack implied so much bad! So much vitriol. Did Clan Cats never get giddy like this?

This thing- striped large and hulking wouldn't be so easy to pin as her last catch. She doesn't mind that, though. Likes it even. She did not prowl for a quick kill the way she had been this day... Resolution was not meant to be quick, not meant to be painless, no... The early morning does not beat back her exhilaration. No matter what the Clan cat did, whether she fell or stood her ground... a lumbering spine draws still, its spine curved. Some of that mold twinge is swallowed up by eager pupils. " Hey. " Her breath comes out hot. " Remember— I had a tail last you saw me...? "

THEY SAY I CAN'T KEEP MYSELF FROM TRYING ⬪ 𝒜 𝐵𝐼𝒯𝐸 𝒪𝐹 𝐸𝒱𝐸𝑅𝒴𝒯𝐻𝐼𝒩𝒢 𝐼𝒩 𝒮𝐼𝒢𝐻𝒯 / ( 10 . 15 )

• OOC. @Florabreeze

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  BLOODY MARY ⬪ KITTYPET. SHE - HER - HERS. 24 MOONS.
  

  A dog-like woman. Large, with bulk in some places, and only lean muscle in others. Elegant at some angles, acutely strange looking at others. Has a longer, wolfish muzzle and gleaming dog teeth near-always on display due to an overbite. Skull presses insistent against her skin. Eyes are almost too - large, and not all sunken in her skull. Has large, tufted ears. Polydactyl, with a curved spine and recently-chopped tail.

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[Florabreeze]

How it managed to just be her and Bloody Mary walking down that trial through the forest, a blazing light behind them. The white fur of Bloody Mary being tinged in that light pink of morning. It painted the illusion of blood that just couldn't be wiped off, tried to be washed but staining. It some macarbe way she finds that it suits the morbid cat beside her. It's too close to a compliment though, so she she's unsure if she should say it. There was still a lingering distrust of the grinning beast, sure Doeblaze seems to be proving that she's a dutiful warrior as she hasn't heard her fellow lead warrior complain about her shadow at all. That proved to be a good sign, the rest would foster with time.

It's a silent walk for the most part, Florabreeze had found herself asking mundane questions, if Bloody Mary's twolegs fed her kibble or something else. If she had any house mates, though she is curious to know if the answers behind those questions were truthful. The call from the daylighter causes an ear to flick in recognition, her paw steps falter. It's rare for a call to her attention, so she is curious to pay her travelling companion her full captivation. The tone is puzzling, unsure if there is meant to be tension or if this is just another characteristic that she's unfamiliar with.

Slow steps come to a halt, turning so she can completely take in the visage of the pale she-cat. "Hey" She repeats, tilting her head curiously at her question. Warm green eyes cut into the she-cats expression, trying to discern the mystery that is the newest daylighter. Her gaze flicks from her eyes to the clipped tail. It had been longer hadn't it? Not neccesarily silken but it seemed soft enough, as it usually is for kittypets.

"I do, it was rather long wasn't it?" Maybe her memory is playing tricks on her, she had to admit that she wasn't too focused on the tail belonging to someone seemingly trying to latch fangs and claws against her flesh. She once again looks back to the eyes reflecting a similar hue, dulled as if the life had been drained from them despite that spark of a crazed excitement. Her goal is to find confirmation, to know if she was right in her thoughts.

She figures this question must be some kind of bait. It was clear what her next sentance should be, she has to admit that she's happy to play the part required of her. "What happened to it?" There is a flicker of concern behind an otherwise steely expression, guarded yet her usual sympathy is shining through tiny cracks.

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  FLORABREEZE 𖧧 She/her || Daylight Lead Warrior of SkyClan || 37 moons
  ❥ A large black tabby maine coon with low white and bright green eyes, always wearing her mushroom print collar if she can.
  ❥ Mentored by Sorrelsong ／Mentoring Jellypaw & Sfogliatella
  ❥ "Speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ Penned by Juice ⏐ouijeejuice on discord {open to being dmed for plots}

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[BLOODY MARY]

A giggle peeps from pinked lips. She liked hearing it again: the truth that she had been thinkin' about her some... Remembered her tail, remembered her face... Even if it was with the belief she would never glimpse her again. Yeah, she must want claws in her as badly as she did... Mary Knows it well. The wild cat thirst. She could be a sponge when she wanted to be, yeah... Not like she was the only dog amongst her. Beneath that nice face, nicer smile... She was a mutt! It's in her shoulders, in her breath. " N'yeah... " Lowly purled, a rumble caught between purr and growl. " Hehe- Bet you woulda loved that trophy in your nest..."

What happened to it? She loves this story. Bets Florabreeze will love it even more. " You happened, stupid, " she snickers. Yellowed fangs don't quite seem to fit in her mouth. She watches her face. Looks for any twitch of the whiskers or tap of the paw, she does... Large ears make her keen. Large eyes make her keener. Large teeth call her Butcher, and she bares them at the wild cat, hungry for blood. " Banged it up. Housefolk didn't like that... " Eye contact is stringently held. A pallid gaze is buzzing. The other's scabs over with somethin' strange. " Can't forgive you for it now. " Thick shoulders shake with a bubbling laugh. " Rivals. That's us. " Excitement growled. Bug eyes are impossibly wider, practically loose in their sockets.

The mongrel pulls ahead, drops into a crouch in one less-than-fluid motion, more like a pile of bone collapsing in a burly heap. That half-tail of hers flicks to and fro. She's real generous with this warning of hers, yeah. White paws splay forward, eager. Almost sing-song, but through the beak of a bird that can't quite chirp. " You rea-dy for me? "

THEY SAY I CAN'T KEEP MYSELF FROM TRYING ⬪ 𝒜 𝐵𝐼𝒯𝐸 𝒪𝐹 𝐸𝒱𝐸𝑅𝒴𝒯𝐻𝐼𝒩𝒢 𝐼𝒩 𝒮𝐼𝒢𝐻𝒯 / ( 10 . 15 )

• OOC.

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  BLOODY MARY ⬪ KITTYPET. SHE - HER - HERS. 24 MOONS.
  

  A dog-like woman. Large, with bulk in some places, and only lean muscle in others. Elegant at some angles, acutely strange looking at others. Has a longer, wolfish muzzle and gleaming dog teeth near-always on display due to an overbite. Skull presses insistent against her skin. Eyes are almost too - large, and not all sunken in her skull. Has large, tufted ears. Polydactyl, with a curved spine and recently-chopped tail.

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[Florabreeze]

There are many aspects of Bloody Mary that are a mystery to her. The biggest one being her emotions, she doesn't mind overly friendly cats, Kitestorm had been one of them. Affection is something she intakes greedily but this doesn't feel like affection. That rumble raises the fur against the nape of her neck, pools adrenalin in her stomach. Itches underneath her pelt and underneath her paws, Bloody Mary seems to keep doing that it seems. Driving herself in the recesses of her brain, of her instincts, she finds it annoying which is something that the maine coon so rarely feels. "What are you talking about?" There's a dance of disgust on her tone, confusion overtakes most of it. A trophy? That implies this is her fault, maybe it's some kind of traumatic response, forcing words from the pale wraith as Florabreeze herself deflects with flirtation and comedy. This brings that sympathy out when she asks what happened, trying to envision what it would be like if her own coping was met with a harsh tone rather than something softer. If that's even what this is.

It dies rather quickly, there it is again. That accusation that this is her fault, she hadn't damaged her that badly, surely. Even if blows were exchanged wouldn't that really be Bloody Mary's fault anyways since she jumped her to begin with? A creeping possession she fears, not helping with the ghostly comparison that she finds herself making when thinking about the wolfish feline. She snickers though, clearly this is funny to her. Even if she twitches her whiskers in confusion, her own large tail flicking in frustration. Does she find it a mockery? That apparently the reason she lost her tail to begin with gets to have her own, one that she's so expressive with?

"Did they take it from you?" Mutilation... She can't say she's surprised, Twolegs can be so loving and yet so cruel. Had they done it themselves or did they take it to their own version of a medicine cat? The one with the blinding lights and the sterile smell, not a herb in sight. Whatever she says, or whatever it is that her reluctant companion thinks of seems to bring that wild glimmer in her eyes again. One sharp and honed, an almost bloodlust quality to them, one she expects to see in a predator rather than a clanmate. "Rivals?" Her expression is simultaneously incredulous and scrutinizing, rivals implies that there isn't a resentment or bubbling hatred that she presumes the pale she-cat has.

That pink tinge doesn't help the situation, the sight before her rips a warning growl from her throat. She crouches and Florabreeze tenses "we shouldn't... fight. Not when we're expected at camp" there's a want there though. Maybe rivals is an apt term for them, if a spar or something is what Bloody Mary needs to focus or dissapate whatever it is that festers between them then she is happy to oblige. A part of her is eager for it herself.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Somethings coming ﻬ𖧧ﻬ So out of breath ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

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  FLORABREEZE 𖧧 She/her || Daylight Lead Warrior of SkyClan || 37 moons
  ❥ A large black tabby maine coon with low white and bright green eyes, always wearing her mushroom print collar if she can.
  ❥ Mentored by Sorrelsong ／Mentoring Jellypaw & Sfogliatella
  ❥ "Speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ Penned by Juice ⏐ouijeejuice on discord {open to being dmed for plots}

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[BLOODY MARY]

See- She's being real patient here already, and here Florabreeze is, flinging words at her with not nearly enough teeth in 'em... Playing dumb's what she's doing, isn't it? Here she'd thought her doing the other a favor with her warnings, but she clearly wants to be chased, doesn't she? The wolf's well-versed, she must know by now. Though she'd always longed and longed, the thirst for retribution is what brought her stamping forest ground at last... Maybe Florabreeze had known that; laid some trap out for her with a delicateness... Not just sharp claws and battle-ready hide, but some smarts... Maybe it was none of that, though. Maybe just destiny.

She's losing her with her words... Rivals? That repetition of hers is is naïve, and only barely does this thing rumble a reply. " Mm-hm. " Each little tick of her face... It painted her something between prey and predator. Rabbit's weariness flits across her face... but something like her knew better. Bloody Mary's seen her claws. She knows they gleamed. That growl's far from harmless. And something like her would never seek out something that would not excite her... Some miserable waste of time that would be.

There's a doggish tilt of her head. Eyes once wide take a moment to scrutinize. " Shouldn't, but I know what you want. " She got it now. Got it good. Yeah, she'll give her the chase she wants. " Gonna catch you today, Florabreeze. " Sweetly purled. Fangs show in her smile.

She surges- and this one had no cat comparisons to make; knew nothing of the moor-runners and little of the ones that tread water... She has no shrew's speed, lacked a rabbit's haunches... but she moves quicker than a thing like her should. Demanding, too, with claws that seek to hold and this bright, brimming face of hers. Hurt's not her intention... Then again, she seeks resolution, and what's resolution without a little blood?

No rhyme or reason to it really... Some stag found it more important she climbs trees than spills blood. Her technique is special then. Unique to her, take what you can.

THEY SAY I CAN'T KEEP MYSELF FROM TRYING ⬪ 𝒜 𝐵𝐼𝒯𝐸 𝒪𝐹 𝐸𝒱𝐸𝑅𝒴𝒯𝐻𝐼𝒩𝒢 𝐼𝒩 𝒮𝐼𝒢𝐻𝒯 / ( 12 . 05 )

• OOC.

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  BLOODY MARY ⬪ DAYLIGHT APPRENTICE. SHE - HER - HERS. 26 MOONS.
  

  A dog-like woman. Large, with bulk in some places, and only lean muscle in others. Elegant at some angles, acutely strange looking at others. Has a longer, wolfish muzzle and gleaming dog teeth near-always on display due to an overbite. Skull presses insistent against her skin. Eyes are almost too - large, and not all sunken in her skull. Has large, tufted ears. Polydactyl, with a curved spine and recently-chopped tail.

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[Florabreeze]

She's damned to admit it but Bloody Mary was right, there is part of her that wants to fight the white she-cat. Despite that, she's aware of the herbs that would have to be used on them if they weren't just sent home to save the supplies. She wonders what Bloody Mary's twolegs are like, would they freak out to see her like that? Or would this be normal? Any blood on that fur would be obvious, Florabreeze is willing to bet that she might get lost in the snow when the weather grows cold. Though, there is still hesitance. Bloody Mary is still considered an apprentice, daylight shadows are given little patience, there is lee way but she imagines a fight with a lead warrior might make it harder. More importantly, she considers her own image, how would she look to her clanmates for getting into a fight with her.

"Keep your claws sheathed, we're not wasting Fireflyglow's time" she bites back with a low growl. Something akin to authority lingers in her tone, trying to either intimidate or persuade the wild daylighter into listening. Bloody Mary still surges, and Florabreeze welcomes it. There is curiosity in her gaze as she watches her move, making no effort to try and get away out of her path. She wants to know, if any of Doeblaze's training is shown within her erratic and strange movements. Was she being guided by the clan at all in her assault or would it just be purely instinctual?

There is nothing kittypet about it, she wouldn't be surprised if she heard her opponent travelled with rogues or had a house full of dogs. It would explain a lot truly. The fur on the nape of her neck rases and her maw parts in a sneer, raising her paw to try and batter the she-cats skull. Florabreeze doesn't want to cause lasting injury, according to Bloody Mary she has done that enough given the state of her tail. Did she truly cause it? The maine coon finds it hard to believe, there is a passion of conviction in her when retelling it. That's what keeps her claws sheathed, what stops her from trying to hit the dog-like warrior as hard as she could.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Somethings coming ﻬ𖧧ﻬ So out of breath ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

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  FLORABREEZE 𖧧 She/her || Daylight Lead Warrior of SkyClan || 37 moons
  ❥ A large black tabby maine coon with low white and bright green eyes, always wearing her mushroom print collar if she can.
  ❥ Mentored by Sorrelsong ／Mentoring Jellypaw & Sfogliatella
  ❥ "Speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ Penned by Juice ⏐ouijeejuice on discord {open to being dmed for plots}

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[BLOODY MARY]

Wildcat's spirit— it's in the bite of her word. Her growl fans the flames higher still. She meets it with one of her own, challenge and acknowledgment rolled into one. Frustration, with the sheathing of her claws. She's blind to the point... Did wild cats not love to bathe in blood? Prey's scent was muted beyond layers of fur... Did this make the dog more warrior than she? Or- ah, pity. She thinks she'd make ribbons of her... And perhaps she'd be right, then. Mary would deserve such a consequence, she knows. A loss of a leg, a chunk from her flank... She wouldn't cry over such a thing. It'd only make her hungrier, she's sure.

Still, she's like a dog in her relentment. Authority's snarl wears her down like a knife. Compliance is reluctant, but oh, immediate. Flare of breath with the withdrawal of her passion. Florabreeze bristles, and so she would too, making this spine of hers sharp. Mary just runs, her claws aching for a hold. Her muse's counter is easy, see: a dog's mind ones on one track only. It's never been her thing, really... avoiding what comes her way. There's too much weight to what she does... A paw clatters down on her skull. She can feel her brains slosh sideward... but she's never needed a brain to fight.

Bloody Mary grunts. With her skull shoved downwards, her gaze still burns more than mildew should. With the cant of her head, she can see the meat of Florabreeze's throat. Temptation causes a stutter in wild movements. Pinprick pupils have long since blown wide. Something hungry pants an aching breath.

For the chest then, she dives. There's a clack of teeth, one that's wanting, but that doesn't connect. Yeah- she'd do as she said, comply with the bone-rattling word. Instead, at a downward lop, she launches upward toward the tufted expanse of her chest, both paws pressing insistent. She usually won easy, like this; could bowl someone over with the brunt of her weight... But Flora thunders when she walks too, yeah. Recipe for success... maybe not. But the wolf doesn't think, it only searches for closeness.

THEY SAY I CAN'T KEEP MYSELF FROM TRYING ⬪ 𝒜 𝐵𝐼𝒯𝐸 𝒪𝐹 𝐸𝒱𝐸𝑅𝒴𝒯𝐻𝐼𝒩𝒢 𝐼𝒩 𝒮𝐼𝒢𝐻𝒯 / ( 12 . 05 )

• OOC.

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  BLOODY MARY ⬪ DAYLIGHT APPRENTICE. SHE - HER - HERS. 26 MOONS.
  

  A dog-like woman. Large, with bulk in some places, and only lean muscle in others. Elegant at some angles, acutely strange looking at others. Has a longer, wolfish muzzle and gleaming dog teeth near-always on display due to an overbite. Skull presses insistent against her skin. Eyes are almost too - large, and not all sunken in her skull. Has large, tufted ears. Polydactyl, with a curved spine and recently-chopped tail.

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