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He is not predispotioned to violence. His skill in combat was minimal at best, prior to being made Starlingheart's apprentice he was trained mostly to hunt and his former mentor seemed hesitant to even push him to do much in the way of battle practice; he couldn't blame her, with his shaky limbs and inability to walk a straight line he didn't have much to back up his claws unless he got lucky.
Today, he was quite fortunate. Or unfortunate, depending on how you looked at it.
The flash of pale sand-colored fur ahead gives him pause, for a brief moment he thinks its Siltcloud but its much too pale and after what happened to Starlingheart he felt both her and Granitepelt would know now to keep a fair distance from the territory less they be torn apart for their crimes. This cat, however, had no such qualms and he glances behind him to where the patrol in the distance is still lagging back and then lets his gaze flit back forward. The stranger was lean, pale earthen colored and leaning down to the ground and the medicine cat apprentice assumed he must have caught something. His claws unsheath and he wriggles his toes into the ground to find purchase in the soil in case he needed to defend himself or run as the trespasser rose to stand.
His blue-violet gaze hones in on the tom's mouth as he turns away, a ripple of rage rolling over his long dark fur at the flash of green between the trespassers teeth. He wasn't taking prey, already something to be furious about, he was taking herbs. Starlingheart's scarred body flashes across his mind, it had taken so much to keep her alive that their stock had dwindled down severely, he feels his entire pelt prickle as though coursing with electricity; unbridled fury swelling in his chest so intensely it aches. Magpiepaw has never felt so mad, so pushed to the edge that the slightest breeze would topple over it. He knows he should go for the patrol, logically he knows this, but his unsteady paws are carrying him forward with a speed he rarely let himself take given his uneven strides but he teeters forward in an unbroken pace; his momentum propels him after the loner and before the lean feline is even aware he's there he's sprung.
Magpiepaw had always been big for his age, his long coat emphasizing his already large size, he dwarfed Starlingheart now; it was his size alone that let him latch onto the sand-colored tom's back to throw him over onto the ground, sending them both toppling as he yowled out an uncharacteristic snarl of hatred, "I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL KILL YOU! DROP IT OR DIE!"
His claws gripped in tight, he pulled them back to shred where he could gain a grip and his teeth snapped violently near the tom's face, blindly seeking out his throat or his ears to clench between sharp jaws - it was uncouth, it was messy and unrefined, but he didn't need skill or poise when he could just brute force it, that he'd managed to get close enough for this was a gift from StarClan itself surely; they had let him make it to the trespasser without stumbling or falling to deliver swift justice.
He is not predispotioned to violence. His skill in combat was minimal at best, prior to being made Starlingheart's apprentice he was trained mostly to hunt and his former mentor seemed hesitant to even push him to do much in the way of battle practice; he couldn't blame her, with his shaky limbs and inability to walk a straight line he didn't have much to back up his claws unless he got lucky.
Today, he was quite fortunate. Or unfortunate, depending on how you looked at it.
The flash of pale sand-colored fur ahead gives him pause, for a brief moment he thinks its Siltcloud but its much too pale and after what happened to Starlingheart he felt both her and Granitepelt would know now to keep a fair distance from the territory less they be torn apart for their crimes. This cat, however, had no such qualms and he glances behind him to where the patrol in the distance is still lagging back and then lets his gaze flit back forward. The stranger was lean, pale earthen colored and leaning down to the ground and the medicine cat apprentice assumed he must have caught something. His claws unsheath and he wriggles his toes into the ground to find purchase in the soil in case he needed to defend himself or run as the trespasser rose to stand.
His blue-violet gaze hones in on the tom's mouth as he turns away, a ripple of rage rolling over his long dark fur at the flash of green between the trespassers teeth. He wasn't taking prey, already something to be furious about, he was taking herbs. Starlingheart's scarred body flashes across his mind, it had taken so much to keep her alive that their stock had dwindled down severely, he feels his entire pelt prickle as though coursing with electricity; unbridled fury swelling in his chest so intensely it aches. Magpiepaw has never felt so mad, so pushed to the edge that the slightest breeze would topple over it. He knows he should go for the patrol, logically he knows this, but his unsteady paws are carrying him forward with a speed he rarely let himself take given his uneven strides but he teeters forward in an unbroken pace; his momentum propels him after the loner and before the lean feline is even aware he's there he's sprung.
Magpiepaw had always been big for his age, his long coat emphasizing his already large size, he dwarfed Starlingheart now; it was his size alone that let him latch onto the sand-colored tom's back to throw him over onto the ground, sending them both toppling as he yowled out an uncharacteristic snarl of hatred, "I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL KILL YOU! DROP IT OR DIE!"
His claws gripped in tight, he pulled them back to shred where he could gain a grip and his teeth snapped violently near the tom's face, blindly seeking out his throat or his ears to clench between sharp jaws - it was uncouth, it was messy and unrefined, but he didn't need skill or poise when he could just brute force it, that he'd managed to get close enough for this was a gift from StarClan itself surely; they had let him make it to the trespasser without stumbling or falling to deliver swift justice.
- PAFP - @Sharpeye
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Magpiepaw
—⊰⋅ MCA of ShadowClan
—⊰⋅ He/They
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
—⊰⋅ Black tom w/a white throat and blue-violet eyes.
—⊰⋅ Has mild cerebellar hypoplasia (Wobbly cat syndrome)
