pafp ENOUGH IS ENOUGH [ ✦ ] "mutiny"

[Halfsun]

Mutiny. It is not a word that she knows, personally, but rather it is something that she had nearly experienced first hand. "you shouldn't be our leader if you can't even guide yourself' Needledrift had said and it was so easy to read between the lines. They had been crying for Chilledstar to step down. Can that even happen? StarClan gave leaders the lives that they were bestowed but could they just take them back like that? Could a leader really decide that maybe they weren't cut out for the job after all and that they were better off just going back to being a normal warrior? The idea sounded strange to her. If she was ever leader there was no way in a million years she would ever just step down! No. She would hold on to that power tightly, jealously. And as much as she doesn't wish for Chilledstar to step down, it did give her an idea for a game. One that she had roped a reluctant participant into.

Flintpaw was a cat she had gown to recognize due to his time spent in the medicine cats den. She had spent some of her days with Starlingheart, pestering the medicine cat with questions and begging her to play games with her whenever she had a spare moment. Starlingheart was a nice cat, so she was usually happy to oblige. She wanted Flintpaw - then Flintkit - to play with her too but she was too busy being sick in her nest. Now however was a different story. Flintpaw was better and, though there is a sadness that hangs about her, she had agreed to play clan with her.

"Flintstar, your time as ShadowClan's leader has come to a close! How long did you think you could get away with it? Well, no more! We won't stand for it! I'm taking the clan back from you!" and with that, she launches herself at him with a fierce battle cry, sheathed paws reaching out to bowl the gray furred apprentice over so that she could pin him.

// please wait for @FLINTPAW

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[FLINTWISH]

Flintpaw doesn't know why she humors Halfkit's game. Really, it's almost hard to look at Halfkit at all — she looks so much like the cat she is named for; the cat whose expiration had been a result of Flintpaw's illness. It wasn't my fault. He tells himself this because many other cats have told him the same. Frostbite, Garlicpaw, Starlingheart... but did they really believe it when they told him? Did they know that he didn't? That Ashenpaw made sure he knew the exact role he'd played in Halfshade's death?

Tall, strict ears twitch as Halfkit squeaks at her. For all of her musings, Flintpaw had still agreed to play Clan, so at the end of the day she would. The kits are back in ShadowClan now (and StarClan, he can't believe how they'd gotten to WindClan in the first place, despite Granitepelt's crazed admittance) so he supposes he ought to play with them, even though he'd never played as a kitten himself. When he hadn't been too sick to hold his head up, he'd been too strict to even think about fun, too busy competing with his siblings for a love that Granitepelt would never give. And look at where it had gotten him.

Flintstar, your time as ShadowClan's leader has come to a close! Flintpaw's expression is grim and awkward. He thinks he should look like he's having more fun, but he doesn't know what that expression would look like, anyway. Still, he tries to add to the drama: "I would've gotten away with it, too," with what? "if it weren't, um... if it weren't for you!" His cry is tinged with weak obligation; still, when she bowls into him, he rolls backwards into an impression of a fall. This sort of play is foreign, really. Flintpaw thinks about all the ways in which he is not used to it. Even beyond the strangeness of their game's concept, he consciously wills his claws into their sheathes; Granitepelt had never discouraged true roughhousing, but Granitepelt had been evil, so he thinks he ought to change his policy now, right? Nobody would forgive him if he hurt Halfkit. They'd exile him. Exile him.

Flintpaw's heart thuds against his sternum as they tumble. Making a conscious effort to be gentle, he aims to toss the kitten off of him. "I won't go down without a fight!" he insists, shaky.

/ SO SORRY for how late this is!! T_T

𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 ✧ 𝐈 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

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  — flintkit . flintpaw
  — he / they / she ; apprentice of shadowclan
  — short-haired solid blue tom with low white and blue/green heterochromatic eyes
  — "speech" ; thoughts
  — headshot by me, signature by dreamydoggo
  — penned by meghan