pafp DON'T BITE THE HAND // food aggression

[BOLDPAW]

It was alarming to know that thunderclan was struggling to find food to feed everyone. Boldkit had for a bried moment thought he not need to worry about food anymore that he never had to worry about to go hungry again. That had been childish of him to think, not even thunderclan could cure hunger. With this issue going on knew very well how sour this situation could end up to be. Someone was going to go hungry and with him being so new couldn't really trust that he was safe. For all he knew could end up in the same situation as the one back at his previous home. So he had to eat every chance he get to not waste anything because who knew when the next meal was going to be.

Boldkit had dug into a squirrel that had been given to him and with a savage appitite tried to devour it as quickly as possible before anyone could take it away from him, like he was worried that someone actually would steal the squirrel away. The faster he could finish it the better it would be. In that very moment Boldkit was beyond reason as he had completely went back to his old habits back at leafbare when times had been merciless for a kit who had been left to defend for themselves.

His mindset was like a feral beast, and so when the kit came out of nowhere to approach Boldkit who was devouring the prey like his own life was on the line there was only one possible outcome that would happen. Boldkit reacted with a snarl as he swung around and lashed out a paw to swing it right across Littlekit's nose with claws outstretched. Protectively he stood above his prey with fur bristling and teeth's exposed through a snarl. Stay back, every fiber in his body warned as his eyes glared at them with a feral stare. Boldkit thought Littlekit had come here to steal his prey away which often happened back at his old place, so he had to defend his food so he wouldn't go hungry. That was the world he had grown up in, to be raised to believe he had to fight for food just so he would survive through another day.

He snarled again in warning as his tail lashed back and forth.

@LITTLEKIT


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[LITTLEPAW]

༻ ♥༺ Littlekit couldn’t quite put a paw on whatever it was that had compelled her to approach Boldkit, her siblings and cousins were nearby, the watchful gaze of her father hovering close, there were a dozen cats the girl could have opted to approach instead- but from a certain angle, it looked as though her denmate was eating all by himself, no friends to chatter away with. Though Littlekit typically didn’t have the social butterfly wings that her siblings carried, perhaps this one time, she could forget her closed, solitary ways for the sake of kindness. Though she had already eaten before coming out to play, maybe her company would just be welcomed.
The chocolate kits approach is steady and quiet, as though giving herself a bit of wiggle room to go back on her choice before she reached him, but the walk was short and sweet. “H-” Littlekit’s greeting was quick to die on her tongue when she is not only met with a snarl, but something flying towards her. There is an initial shriek of fear and surprise, but then a moment of stunned silence follows, Littlekit blinking disc-round hues. The sharp pain that blossoms on the bridge of her nose is what finally jostles the chimera into a reaction, and tears spring to her eyes as crimson begins to etch into her peripheral vision.
“Wh-what was t-that for?” Littlekit whimpers, ears clasping back to her crown with a flinch as yet another snarl is directed towards her. The other kittens gaze is wild with something the girl doesn’t recognize, and it terrifies her. On trembling limbs, she would finally inch backwards, unable to stop the sniffles and waterworks churned by the burning sensation on her muzzle- a cut, Littlekit recalls the name of the ailment- not that it really matters. Wildly, the she-kit looks around, eyes searching for her parents, littermates, Gentlestorm- anyone.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── THE HASSLE, THE FIGHTING ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ THEY ALL WANT A BITE OF ME ──┐‎

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  LITTLEKIT ✩ she/her, kit of thunderclan, 3 moons.
  ⭃ Amber-eyed, dense-furred chocolate smoked she-kit with black ribboning stretching across her face, foreleg, and tail.
  ⭃ daughter of Roeflame && Burnstorm ࿏ sister to Beetlekit && Dovekit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[GENTLESTORM]

'CAUSE SOMEWHERE DOWN THE BANK — The shriek is enough to alert the large tom that something had happened and he rises from where he lay next to the entrance of his den. Snowy capped paws already moving forth to investigate what was happening only to see Boldkit bristling and even snarling at Littlekit who seemed to back away with a whimper. His eyebrows knot together before closing the distance with a few strides and appears behind the bicolored molly, he nudges her gently with his pink nose to comfort her only to focus his copper gaze on the raven pelted tomkit "That's enough, Boldkit." Gentlestorm says in a stern tone as both of his ears angle forward, the pale tomcat draws a low breath noting the small cut on Littlekit's on her muzzle. "I believe you owe Littlekit an apology... We do not bare unsheathed claws towards our clanmates."

His mountainous form practically towering over the two though he hopes that the young tom would understand that his denmate had no intention of stealing from him. "You mustn't eat so quickly either, your stomach will hurt." A soft sigh leaves his jaws, he relaxes, and his gaze softens.

WHERE THE DOGS ROAM ✿ POR LA CALLE QUE TE LLEVA A CURICÓ

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  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ✿✿✿✿✿ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ✿✿✿✿❀ INFECTIONS
  — ✿✿✿✿❀ ACHES & PAINS
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ ILLNESS
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ✿❀❀❀❀ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ BROKEN BONES
  — ✿✿✿✿❀ KITTING
  — ❀❀❀❀❀ POISONS
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  ✿ a longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and brown eyes
  ✿ gentlestorm is a very warm individual and friendly to those who he meets, he's very social and willing to lend anyone a paw if they need it. he's very patient, caring, and it's usually rare to earn his ire.
  ✿ 55 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✿ widowed mate of little wolf
  ✿ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset ; peaceful powerplay allowed
  ✿ "speech", thoughts, attacking

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[beetlepaw]

It was their father's turn to watch them, and Beetlekit was every bit involved with bothering Burnstorm to no end- it was only when he noticed two things did Beetlekit's playfulness leave in favor of anger. Never had he felt such terrifying feelings. First: The rumbling snarl out of Boldkit's mouth, that strange kit from the forest he didn't know, though he supposed Sparrowpaw was similar to that too. Second: The shriek, and cries of pain, of his sister. Beetlekit's eyes turned, sharp with rage.

Gentlestorm was already there, but Beetlekit was not going to be swayed. He was silent as he approached on swift, raging paws, teeth bared. It took maybe seconds and those skills his father had begun to teach, the inherent talent for wrestling, and the unfortunate destiny written into his bones all came together at the terrifying start of it all: Beetlekit leapt directly for Boldkit, paws aiming to pummel and pin and hurt. Only then did he snap, spitting words at the strange kit. The kit he didn't like.

"NO ONE GETS TO HURT MY SISTER." His words were sharp and cruel. Leaping free of Boldkit with another pummel of paws, he'd circle over in front of his sister with ears shoved forward and tail lifted in challenge. He didn't even know what happened, if Littlekit had started the fight, if she had tried to steal- it didn't matter to him. His lip was quivering with rage, barely held together so he didn't bare his fangs at the other kit. "If I ever see you around her again, I won't hold back." And that was a promise he'd write in blood, if he had to.

// edited for the correct name and some grammar, sorry abt that!

—————---***I DON'T START FIGHTS BUT***————---​

✧ I'LL HANDLE YOU JUST FINE

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• — LH black smoke with green eyes. scruffy looking with a very solid build.
  — 3 moons old; ages the 16th every month
  — tba orient. ; currently not looking
  — child of BURNSTORM and ROEFLAME
  — thunderclan ; loyal to FAMILY
  — medium to befriend ; trusts family mostly, trusts little otherwise
  — "speech", thoughts, attacking
  — peaceful powerplay allowed

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[Tybalt [Stagstrike]]

The scene unfolded too quickly for Tybalt to stop it. Boldkit struck Littlekit across the face, Gentlestorm stepped in quickly to separate them, and Beetlekit lunged towards Boldkit seemingly intent on pummeling him. Ears pinning back against his head, Tybalt stepped between the pair, aiming to shove both kittens back with a forepaw each in an attempt to stop them. "Enough!" he snapped, his lips briefly curling back into an agitated snarl. His gaze softened as it settled on the only mildly injured Littlekit, who he aimed to nose towards the medicine cat.

He turned back to Boldkit, whose gaze still sparked with an expression Tybalt knew quite well. It was hunger, savage and brutal to feel for one so small. He had seen it in the face of almost every city-born cat he had known. Claws came out in defense of the tiniest, most miserable morsel--food even the crows wouldn't touch. Tybalt's bristling pelt lay flat again as he looked at the boy crouched in front of his food. He must have thought Littlekit meant to take it from him.

"Gentlestorm is right," he rumbled. "You should apologize to Littlekit. No one is going to take your food. ThunderClan will always make sure its kits are fed. And you should eat slower. If you keep gulping it down like that you'll just throw it back up."