EVERYTHING THAT LIVES = [ spiderpaw ]

[beetlepaw]

He has been soothed, to a point. Externally, he seems fine. Internally, he broods, his eyes narrowed down at his paws. His sides still stung with the healing injuries, but Gentlestorm had ensured he wouldn't get anymore sick then he was now. He had taken a break, though. Anytime he thought about stepping outside of camp he was filled with a sickened acid, one that stung his stomach and lungs, so he was on the excuse of I don't feel that well. Surely his father was disappointed with him now.

Beetlepaw's ears twitched as someone entered the apprentice's den, but he didn't look up from where he was glaring at his paws. His paws. Pressing against her shoulders, her stomach, keeping her down, drowning her- A breath was taken, sharp and stabbing, as he lifts his accusing vision to that of who entered the den.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ┌── TELL ME DOCTOR WHATS THE CURE ⋅❁⋅ FOR THE WICKED MANS BLUES ──┐‎

• "speech"
  // @SPIDERPAW

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• BEETLEPAW he/him, kit of thunderclan, nine moons.
  ⭃ LH black smoke with bright green eyes. is growing into a very broad and built tom-cat of average height, mirroring his father's build. has a nick in his right ear and a new scar on his muzzle.
  ⭃ mentored by BURNSTORM/ / mentoring no one
  ⭃ no romantic interests / / BURNSTORM X ROEFLAME - sibling to dovepaw and littlepaw, adoptive sibling to hopepaw and coalpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[SPIDERPAW]

☆ standing at the mouth of the den with a paw raised slightly off the ground and tail sweeping nervously behind is none other than spiderpaw whose presence is acknowledged with an unwavering glare made up of a brewing storm, it causes the apprentice to feel somewhat hesitant on approaching at first but their growing concern for beetlepaw manages to win over in the end.

with careful pawsteps, spiderpaw slinks over to occupy the space besides his denmate but not without ensuring there is a distance that seperates them when he does as he isn't entirely sure if the other would appreciate touch in this moment. "are yo—you okay. . .?" the answer should be obvious especially after seeing the state beetlepaw was in when he returned to camp after the battles which honestly broke spiderpaw's heart yet he still asked in the slightest of hopes that his friend, atleast he'd like to believe they were, would confide in him. ​

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[beetlepaw]

Spiderpaw. The other apprentice had been a thorn in his side- always close, making his stomach twist in a strange way. His ears turn and flatten backwards as he adverts his vision. He doesn't approach at first, and Beetlepaw feels some kind of triumphant, in the way that he has scared the other for now without any words. Then it is washed away with a bad feeling, something he can't describe. His teeth are grit together as Spiderpaw approaches.

The other is at least smart enough to leave distance between them, but it births a tension in the air that Beetlepaw wants to bite through. A breath is taken, trying to ease his nerves, soothe his adrenaline-filled heart, only for the flame to begin anew with the exhale of his breath and Spiderpaw's words. Green eyes flick up and back towards Spiderpaw. "I'm fine, Spiderpaw. Why do you always worry about me?" He spits.

It is the ugly monster inside of him speaking. The same beast that told Mottledpaw all but what it wanted to- They're dead, they're dead, she's dead- and his teeth grit. His teeth pressed together before he said something undue and sharper then a dagger. His stomach squeezed, and he feels sick all over again.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ┌── TELL ME DOCTOR WHATS THE CURE ⋅❁⋅ FOR THE WICKED MANS BLUES ──┐‎

• "speech"

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• BEETLEPAW he/him, kit of thunderclan, nine moons.
  ⭃ LH black smoke with bright green eyes. is growing into a very broad and built tom-cat of average height, mirroring his father's build. has a nick in his right ear and a new scar on his muzzle.
  ⭃ mentored by BURNSTORM/ / mentoring no one
  ⭃ no romantic interests / / BURNSTORM X ROEFLAME - sibling to dovepaw and littlepaw, adoptive sibling to hopepaw and coalpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[SPIDERPAW]

such harshness has spiderpaw recoiling back, face scrunching as if it would shield him from the venom that drips from beetlepaw's words when questioned on his concern for the other. it takes a moment for muscles to uncoil from the sudden tension, eyes peeling open slowly to once again stare at the smoke who looks to be deeply troubled by something. "we–we're friends. . . i wor–worry because i ca–care about you." spiderpaw dares not think about the way he lingers on the word friends, not wanting to give any attention to the way his chest twists with a feeling that he isn't quite sure he wants uncover yet.

paws would nervously begin to knead at the bedding they lay in, it's an attempt to keep themselves distracted enough not become crushed under the hostile tension that envelops the den they share. "yo–you can tell me what's both–bothering you. . .if you wa–want to of co–course." spiderpaw stammers out, volume no higher than a whisper as they feared any louder would set beetlepaw off.

there's a stretch of silence between them before the anxious tom is speaking again. "i–i don't want you to stru–struggle thro–through this alone. . ." there's a hidden plea to their words, golden eyes soft when they come back to meet pools of green almost begging him to lower his walls and let him in.

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: * STILL NOT IN MY PRIME ₊ ༻ ✦ ༺ ₊ I HAVE SO MUCH TO DO * :☆ﾟ. ──

• ooc.
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  SPIDERPAWㅤ ✧ skittish apprentice of thunderclan
  🟐 a scrawny, short-haired black tom with oversized ears and gold eyes.
  🟐 amab, demiboy, he / they | bisexual, no lean.
  🟐 8 moons, ages every 9th | created 08.14.24
  🟐 npc x npc | sibling to myrtlepaw | mentored by wildheart
  🟐 actions, 'thoughts', "speech"
  🟐 penned by cobatic | toyhouse | pinterest |
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[beetlepaw]

// tw for brief homophobia

The way the word 'friends' lingers makes the acid in his stomach lift into his throat. It makes his eyes flash towards Spiderpaw. Yeah, he had been around the younger a lot- enough that rumors had been uttered, he's sure. Beetlepaw wants to squash that right here, right now. Ears turned and lay backwards, still volatile from the battle, still volatile from what circles in his head. Green eyes find yellow, and they narrowed further.

He doesn't speak as Spiderpaw continues to rattle on, though his teeth were grit. His damaged ear twitched, staring at Spiderpaw. Golden eyes softer then his could ever be, meeting his own green narrowed ones, full of fire and vitriol. "What made you think we were friends?" Beetlepaw starts, his words sharper then even he intends. Why can't I keep my mouth shut? Why can't I ever think before I speak? What's wrong with me? "I don't need help."

The older apprentice is pushing to his paws, moving to step out of the den. A critical look enters his eye as he sweeps back towards Spiderpaw before he leaves. He turns, the words spilling from his mouth like a sickness before he can even bother to try and stop them. "Do you like me, Spiderpaw?" He chases after that hesitated friend word that Spiderpaw used earlier. "Find someone else. I'm not.. like that." His lip curls, teeth barely glimmering in the low light of the apprentices den.

His shoulders, his sides sting. Every word that leaves his mouth cuts his own flesh to bits. "Seriously." He scoffed. "Helped you once..." He turns his back, shoulders squaring with the ramrod intensity he feels in his heart. His teeth buried in the scruff of the younger, pulling him from the bush during the war. Checking on him from time to time. Hovering about during training sessions. He was lying to himself, he realized, but he didn't move from where he was.

Beetlepaw didn't leave yet. Was it because he wanted to apologize? No, the words he had spoken were ones he meant, if not a little harsh. Then why did they feel so wrong? Why did he hurt?

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ┌── TELL ME DOCTOR WHATS THE CURE ⋅❁⋅ FOR THE WICKED MANS BLUES ──┐‎

• "speech"

• 

• BEETLEPAW he/him, kit of thunderclan, nine moons.
  ⭃ LH black smoke with bright green eyes. is growing into a very broad and built tom-cat of average height, mirroring his father's build. has a nick in his right ear and a new scar on his muzzle.
  ⭃ mentored by BURNSTORM/ / mentoring no one
  ⭃ no romantic interests / / BURNSTORM X ROEFLAME - sibling to dovepaw and littlepaw, adoptive sibling to hopepaw and coalpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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