pafp DO NOT EAT // pestering Vulturemask

SILVERTHORN

SILVERTHORN

The Broken Youth
Dec 30, 2022
57
13
8

ALL NIGHT GAMER​
//Please wait for @VULTUREMASK

Silverpaw was gradually coming to terms with clan life. It was new, it was strange, and admittedly it was unpleasant. Still, he'd take it over the alternative options. Though he wouldn't lie, there were some things that truly fascinated him about the clan, and that was the medicine cat. The role was strange yet intriguing, well worth an investigation. Fortunately an opportunity to get close to the remaining medicine cat came up when he was told to bring the one called Vulturemask a mouse as a midday meal.

After selecting a decent looking piece of prey he then moved to head to the den so he could find the mystical tom. "Hello? I'm here to give you some food." He called out as he set the mouse down. Though it didn't take long before the aroma of herbs greeted his senses and lured him further in. "So many plant parts. How do you even keep track of them all?" The question wasn't necessarily posed to anyone in particular, he was more so just talking aloud.
​
 
  • Like
Reactions: VULTUREMASK

If there was something he had grown tired of real quickly it was the unexpected visitors that could show up inside his den at anytime. Vulturemask had always liked his privacy not liking to share his space with other cats now he was not only forced to but also had to attend to them. So Silverpaw coming into his den was an unpleasant one having half a mind to hiss them away but he didn't. Instead he would turn to face the former kittypet with a disinterested look. Didn't matter if they had come to give him food, Vulturemask was perfectly fine to get his own food and didn't need errands boy to do that for him. " You can place it ov- nevermind." the mouse had already got placed down on the ground. Thinking this conversation was over with Vulturemask turned his head back around to face his herbs he was storing so neatly and perfectly on the shelves.

Of course the annoying lil brat had to show curiosity and start asking questions. " I'm keeping them on different shelves. On the second shelf i keep all the herbs that are effective to treat wounds on." he started to explain avoiding to mention what he had furthers up on the shelf. Poison. There was not much up there yet but he wanted to keep it away from curious kits like Silverpaw. " The third shelf i keep the herbs for infection and...so on, so on. Thats how i keep track on them." he stopt when he realised he was rambling...to a kittypet nonetheless. Great. Just great.


​
 


IMG_0268.png
Hearing activity occurring within the walls of the medicine cats den, Harrierkit peers in with intrigue. Silverpaw had given Vulturemask a piece of prey and now the medicine cat was explaining to him… well, he doesn’t know. Storage? Was that it? Something herb related and having to do with the shelving in his den.

”I heard…” Harrierkit begins, there is reluctance in his voice, but not for fear of speaking up. ”That you were a warrior when you were chosen to be a medicine cat. Must have sucked.” He was taught there was honor in Vulturemask’s role, he communicated with StarClan and healed the clan, yes. But it for the most part seemed boring! There was no action in sorting and harvesting plants all day. Besides, all that warrior training was going to waste now, Harrierkit thinks.​
IMG_0274.png

( 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.​
​
​
 

ALL NIGHT GAMER​
Silverpaw didn't seem overly phased by the fact that he wasn't particularly wanted there, he was used to it thanks to the way the entire clan treated him. But he didn't care. He had already learned that he could simply force them to endure, and that his claws were more welcomed there than they had been back at his former twoleg home.

The youth listened, admittedly finding it more fascinating than he had originally planned. The whole set up was rather clever in his personal opinion and he offered an intrigued hum as Vulturemask explained his method. "I see..." He mused softly before he found his focus shifting to that of Harrierkit. What he said had him mildly baffled and he tilted his head to the side as he gave the youth a hard stare. "So Vulturemask can fight and heal. I don't think that particularly sucks, seems to me that he's worth more than any other cat here. Certainly more than a tiny kit with a habit of wandering."
​
 
  • Haha
Reactions: KAZENIKURA



The drifting sound of voices is what draws her to the medicine cats den, especially the sound of her own nephew speaking. Just in time, the silver tabby arrives, pale yellow eyes settling on the medicine cat and the apprentices that surround him. She does not envy him. Children are a nuisance in her eyes. Better to be seen and not heard. Or better yet, not seen and not heard. But she has to admit, she does have a soft spot for her sisters kits.

"You kits aren’t in here bothering Vulturemask are you?" she asks, a fictional eyebrow raising in prompt. If they were to correct her and tell her that they are apprentices not kits she would simply only shrug her shoulders in response before plowing on "I would hate to have to learn all this" she says sticking her tongue out and pulling her ears back. Her nose wrinkles in mock disgust. "And the smell ewe! But Silverpaw is right being a medicine cat is important young ones, not as important as being leader but someone’s gotta do it!" she hopes that is a good enough explanation


​
 

Great another kit had found their way into his den...one of Sootstar kits on top of that. Vulturemask would clench his teeth when hearing what the kit dared say to him about his previous position as a warrior. Of course his back was turned at them as he was focusing on his herb shelf still so his spiteful look couldn't be spotted. Vulturemask was really starting to get sick and tired of those who looked down on him for his position like it had been his decision to become a medicine cat. Before he could make any remark on what the annoying brat had said though to his suprise somebody else took his defence...It was the same kit who first had stept into here.

Vulturemask cast a side glance down on the former kittypet now with a curious eye. Aha, he might have to change his mind about this one. For being a kittypet they actually had more of a brain than most of his own clanmates had. " You're so right. You've not been here for long but can already pick up on a such obivious thing. That's quite impressive. " he would turn his head around to face the silver kit properly now while completely ignoring to even give one glance at Harrierkit.

Bothering him huh...Bluepool really was bold coming in stating such a thing when the one who really was bothering him was the leaders sister herself. She and her blunt comments could be keept to herself. Vulturemask narrowed his orbs and gave an annoyed flink of his tail when she dared to insult his work place. Vulturemask was a perfectionist and always made sure to keep this place clean and neat so this was a high insult which he couldn't overlook. " If you now find my den to be so repulsive why dont you just turn around and walk right out of here?. Your very presence is stinking up my den and i like to keep this place clean of filth. he would tell her sharply with another warning flink of his tail. If she thought she could come in here and insult him just because she was Sootstars sister and think he would just seat down and take it she had so wrong.

" Silverpaw...never bite the paw who feeds you or else you might be left to starve to death." he went on to tell the young one, casting a glance down thinking they would understand what he was saying here. He seemed to be clever enough after all more clever than Bluepool over there anyway.


​
 


IMG_0268.png
The defensive stance Silverpaw takes stuns him and his ears fold at the insult. Harrierkit is rarely insulted than anyone by his siblings, to be implied to be worth very little by a kittypet at that… He knows Weaselclaw and Sootstar would not have this… and he could not either. He recalls dad allowing Adderkit to defend himself and through observing that lesson he had learned too. He would not run to his parents paws, nor his aunt who now stood nearby.

”I would watch your tongue… Kittypet.” ”Watch your tongue”, a phrase he’s heard both his parents and warriors use to warn cats that they were getting out of line and not to push forward. For all Harrierkit cares he was a prince of the moors, he was going to grow up strong and the clans would fear him. This pellet eater would not imply otherwise.

He looks to Bluepool when she explains being a medicine cat was an important, yes, he understood. ”But it still probably sucked.” He insists with a shrug, ”If it were me, I think it would suck, anyway.” Again he reiterates. ”So good thing I’m not you.” He looks at Vulturemask blankly, though the others may not know it he is not trying to be rude. The child just has a… straightforward way of voicing his thoughts. ​
IMG_0274.png

( 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.​
​
​
 

ALL NIGHT GAMER​
The youngster couldn't deny the swell of pride from receiving the small sliver of praise from Vulturemask. It wasn't like such things were coming his way in any great quantity in WindClan, which meant even the most meagre of crumbs were like that of a feast. At the words of warning he found himself giving a nod of his head, holding onto whether he understood what it all meant close to his heart like a secret.

With Bluepool's presence in the den he found himself shifting closer to the medicine cat, almost as though holding onto the hope that he would not be made to leave quite yet. He didn't want to leave yet, and he certainly didn't want to be compared to that of the real kit in the den. Though speaking of the runt... Silverpaw angled his ears back when Harrierkit dared to remind him about where his origins lay, trying to twist it into an insult like all the others. For now he let it slide, but once again the negativity seemed to return to that of Vulturemask's role. It earned a scoff from Silverpaw as a sly smirk wormed its way onto his features. "It only sucks to you because your mind is that tiny that it cannot comprehend the role. But don't worry little kit, there's no shame in never ascending to such a lofty position. There's always plenty of warrior roles, right? No brains required."
​
 


IMG_0268.png
The earthy-toned kit thought the bickering with the kitty pet was over, that he had put him in his place. Clearly he has not learned, the blue masked apprentice berates and insults him again. Hot anger surges up inside of him, he for once understands Adderkit’s urge to smack anyone who wrongs him. He wants nothing more than to shred this cats ears up, give him a lesson, but Harrierkit wasn’t stupid. Where the kitty pet was nearly full grown he was still many moons from it.

He looks to Bluepool, wondering if she was hearing this too. Was she just going to let him get pushed around? He felt defenseless and guesses that if he said anything more it’d just result in more berating from Silverpaw.

”You’ll regret this… Jerk.” He vows to Silverpaw, for one day he would be of great ranking just like his parents. Silverpaw would meet his scorn, but he prays it comes sooner. He gives the apprentice no time to come up with more insults and trots out with his head high. ​
IMG_0274.png

( 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.​
​
​
 



Bluepool had only been kidding, trying to make learning fun for her little nephew but Vulturemask takes it differently and his tone is completely out of left field. For a second she is too surprised by his insolence to say anything, her ears fly back to press against her head and then raise again. She refuses to be talked to that way when she was merely joking! “ Silverpaw...never bite the paw who feeds you or else you might be left to starve to death." She narrows her eyes at this, all pretense of playfulness slipping off her silver features. "You should take your own advice, Vulturemask" had he forgotten already what had happened to their last two medicine cats? He was just as replaceable as either of them… it would be just as easy to make him disappear.

"and you, watch your tone, kittypet." the sneer in her voice is icy cold, not bothering to hide her disgust with Silverpaws origins, it takes everything in her not to rake her claws across these twos faces. Her kindness had been met with sourness and they would soon find she could meet it tenfold.

She gently bumps her nephew in the side, an indication that it’s time to go. "Come Harrierkit, let us leave here before our claws do something that we might regret later hmm? Besides I need to have a talk with Sootstar I think" and then she casts a glance at the disgusting kittypet that stands at her feet "And a certain someone’s mentor" she would make certain that the poor wretch of a creature got extra duties for speaking with such little respect. With that being said, she turns and she leaves, hopefully taking Harrierkit with her.

// out!
​
 
"Your mind must be so enormous, kittypet," comes a gruff voice, seething with anger, "so much smarter than my two moon old son, that you find it worthy of your time to sit here in a place you do not belong." Weaselclaw darkens the entrance of Vulturemask's den, his fur spiked about his neck and shoulders and his tail lashing. The tabby gives Vulturemask an angry stare for allowing this filthy, dimwitted Twoleg pet to talk down to his son.

"The only one in this Clan who knows how to heal is Vulturemask, isn't he?" Weaselclaw continues, blue eyes blazing at Silverpaw's sniveling form. "So that means the only cat who should be in here telling others what to do is Vulturemask, isn't it? Or is your brain too tiny to comprehend that, kittypet?" He stalks closer, until he is nose to nose with Silverpaw. "You are lower than every cat here, but you are certainly lower than the son of Sootstar. I guess I can't expect a mindless Twoleg scrap to comprehend that, though, can I?"

Weaselclaw jerks his head in the direction of camp. "Since you aren't a medicine cat, why don't you go make yourself useful doing anything else before Sootstar herself knows about you wasting time condescending to her son?" He barely spares the child in question a glance -- he's too angry, hardly able to contain himself. He's seconds from lashing out at the insolent kittypet. "Harrierkit, leave Vulturemask alone. He's superior to the rest of us, don't you know that?" Weaselclaw's face creases in a sneer, fangs visible and glinting. The tabby would use his tail to guide Harrierkit from the den, stopping only to ensure Silverpaw leaves as directed.

// ic opinions ofc <3​

[ PENNED BY MARQUETTE ]​
​
 
  • Wow
Reactions: Floppie

ALL NIGHT GAMER​
The young ex-kittypet basked in a moment of self-satisfaction before things threatened to come crumbling down with Weaselclaw's arrival. He instinctively recoiled from the tom, the words hitting harder than anything that the bratty kit could dish out. However, there's a flame of defiance in his heart that urges him to stand up for himself. But a balance was required and a careful approach to his next words. "I was in here bringing food to Vulturemask as I had been requested. I was then due to assist with cleaning in here. I could actually complete my job if kits weren't coming by being distractions. Isn't that right, Vulturemask?" He hadn't actually been asked to clean at all, but he didn't want to be sent out to some other duty that would surely be staged to ruin his day on purpose. The Siamese tom turned to the older dark furred feline with a pleading look in his eye. Maybe he would be thrown a life line...
​
 
You must log in or register to reply here.
Top Bottom
Back