pafp EXCUSE ME || Bullying

[Azaleafrost]

Her duties were done! She had done them all in a timely manner, and had done a good job, one that she felt good about. She had even gotten a compliment from her stuck up mentor! Most of the day she could be seen plucking ticks and gathering moss, she even brought back a rabbit while out hunting and brought it to the nursery. She hadn't forgotten the elders either. She had brought them something too. Her checklist was complete....

It was time to reward herself.

The sun was high in the sky and she was quietly padding over to the fresh kill pile. Her fur was dirty and she was a little tired, but she would not show weakness around these cats.

No, she hid herself behind her emotionless expression, picked up a mouse and took it away to a far side of camp. She would eat it here, away from everyone. And she would enjoy it.

@Firepaw
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[Firefang]

It was almost a right of passage for all apprentices in the clan to eventually catch Firepaw’s attention and ire; Azaleapaw was no exception. Particularly she was an easier target than anyone else, the little kittypet made for an easy target, no one would get mad at her for having some fun at the others expense. She should just be grateful she was here in the first place, training as if she was one of them. She prowls over smirk curling the corners of her maw, she was just behind her waiting for her to sit down and relax to try to enjoy her meal; one Firepaw wouldn’t let her appreciate. The peace Azaleapaw wanted to find would be ripped away just like the mouse laying on her paws.

Firepaw’s head would dip down to snatch the rodent up by its tail lurching it away from the other apprentice in a forceful gesture. She’d stand tall dangling it over her head, Firepaw was tall for her age rippling with muscle beneath her ruffled fur. She was older nearly a warrior and it showed, that didn’t mean she wasn’t childish. ❝I’ll be takin this!❞ she mraows voice somewhat muffled by the tail that is crunched by her fangs. ❝Sure there’s plenty of droppin’s in the twolegs’ nests for you kittypet❞ she mocks.

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( PLACE ME IN MY CASKET TONIGHT ; BECAUSE IM ALREADY DYING INSIDE )

 

[WOLFSONG]

──⇌•〘 INFO 〙 It seems Firepaw was not merely content with verbal insults— nor did Wolfsong expect her to be. Domineering behavior is among the easiest to notice, especially where children are concerned, and he wonders if Sootstar condones this needless harassment. And Firepaw is doubtlessly a child still, which is the only reason Wolfsong does not swipe at her unguarded hindquarters as she looms over Azaleapaw in a clear attempt at intimidation.

"I doubt Azaleapaw would find any left, hungry as you are," he remarks, the curl of his mouth malignant. "Why, I think you've supped on every bile sac and watery turd in camp. Everything from your mouth smells worse than the backside of a badger." Wolfsong positions himself between the apprentices, blocking Firepaw's view of Azaleapaw. "Find a better use for your time than playing the gluttonous bully. WindClan needs warriors, not little thieves."
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[Azaleafrost]

Firepaw had swiped her mouse before she could even take a bite and a flash of anger shone in her otherwise dull eyes. She got to her feet and glowered at the bigger apprentice.

"Give it back." She demanded.

She was about to try and take it by force when Wolfsong stepped in. He had done so twice now.... She hadn't experienced such kindness before. She wasn't sure how to handle it. She looked up at him in confusion and thanks, a very rare sparkle in her eyes.

She looked back at Firepaw, eager to see her response to the lecture she just received.

She wanted to add on, add that perhaps Firepaw was just compensating for her own weakness. But she wasn't sure if she should... Would she get in trouble? Firepaw didn't seem to get in trouble for her insults.....

But she had kittypet blood, and that was the glaring difference between them. No matter what Azaleapaw did, she would always be wrong.
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[sparkspirit]

Sparkpaw has not been part of such trouble before. His eyes flicker between the opposing forces, one a warrior, but the other an equal. Someone like him, that he will have to deal with every day. And his eyes find Azaleapaw. He didn't know much about her, aside from the glimmer of her kittypet blood that everyone saw. She was right that it would always set her apart from the others. Should he be doing something to fix that? Some part of his heart calls out for it. It isn't fair; everyone should have their own place here, to prove their own worth. But this is WindClan. They sat closest to the stars, and could anyone not born to this wild life ever truly understand it? He looks at Wolfsong, and recalls his rogue blood. Too young to know about it personally, but old enough to have heard the stories of it. Sootstar brought them in, that was her wisdom. Was it her wisdom that allowed Azaleapaw in too?

The she-cat is not here for him to look to, and neither is his mentor. In this moment, Sparkpaw looks absolutely bewildered. At a loss. Who was right, at the end of the day? Maybe it was neither.

Though Sparkpaw is nowhere near Firepaw's size, he is large enough to make his presence known as he comes up to lightly jostle her shoulder. An immediate thrill of fear lights up his heart. That was a friendly gesture, and he can't promise that they are friends. He's too new to this still, too new of an apprentice. "Come on, Firepaw. It's not worth it. Wolfsong's right, we have better things to do. Maybe you could teach me some cool battle moves!"

˗ˏˋ  †〚  OOC REFERENCE INFORMATION 〛

• ooc: —
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• sparkpaw, sparky. dmab male, he - him - his.
  ──── kitten of windclan. equally loyal to windclan and family.
  ──── 03 moons old. born on dd.mm.yy, and ages in real time?
  ──── echolight x elmbreeze, adopted by yewberry. brightfam.
• "speech"

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[Firefang]

Wolfsong despite for the most part being far more kindhearted then many, yet he had a clever tongue she knows that much but sparingly had it been directed at her so hastily. Her fur prickles and for a moment she wants nothing more than to turn around and smack the golden furred warrior in the face for his gall, it’s only a momentary consideration as she sees red. She knows the consequences, knows better than to challenge the warrior, he’s respected and his connection to Sunstride would make such an action reprehensible, she doesn’t wish to be punished. She doubts Sootstar would care much for her putting the kittypet brat in her place but challenging a warrior was something she wasn’t about to do without good reason. She glares at him, nose crinkling in the semblance of a snarl Starclan does she want to break her resolve!

She spits the mouse out shoving it back towards Azaleapaw, tail halfway bitten off. ❝Im only havin’ a lil fun Wolfsong. I’m not interested in eaten’ somethin’ with kittypet taint anyway❞ she huffs tail lashing, she has to hold back the growl that desires to rumble in her throat. ❝I only eat when I earn it❞ she’s not wrong, but the clear indication she believes Azaleapaw doesn’t is clear. She’s about to say something else, something that’d really push it but Sparkpaw thankfully interrupts her before she can sneer any scathing words.

She’d turn away padding closer to Sparkpaw, a newer apprentice but not one she has much issue with. He seemed fine enough not another waste of space and prey like their peer was! A smile even perks her maw it’s slight, she’s always liked the distraction of battle was far easier for her to spar than it was to talk. Even if she doesn’t appreciate him agreeing with Wolfsong, it’s easy to push to the side when all she wants to do is leave the situation wasn’t any fun with the former rogue breathing down her neck bein’ the morality enforcer! ❝Yeah, let’s I know plenty so you better be prepared to give it your all pipsqueak❞ the difference in her tone is a world of difference, sure it’s not entirely mirthful it’s still teasing but there’s no hostility to it.

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( PLACE ME IN MY CASKET TONIGHT ; BECAUSE IM ALREADY DYING INSIDE )

 

[LOWTHROAT.]

❝ YOU'RE THE QUEEN OF SUPERFICIAL ✧°.☀ ————————————
The small lithe shape of Lowthroat seemed to step into camp at the perfect time, glimmering green eyes catching as she watches Wolfsong defend a kittypet from their rightful placement that Firepaw was reminding them of. Ever the nosy one, Lowthroat slithered her way over, chuckling lowly as her eyes cut to the pathetic apprentice and she stood opposite of Wolfsong, behind Sparkpaw and Firepaw. "It's all a game, Wolfsong. Can't coddle her forever, she'll have to learn how the wild really is eventually, you know," Lowthroat said, eyes leaving Azaleapaw's shrouded figure behind the larger warrior to look at the one-eyed moor-runner himself, whip-like tail waving behind her. The word around camp was Wolfsong had stepped in twice now to the defense of the kittypet, and, given Windclan's relationship to Skyclan, Lowthroat was baffled on why not just one but two kittypet-blooded cats were allowed into their clan and being defended by their warriors.

"Afterall, everyone can see she has alot to learn," Lowthroat added, "Better to learn by her peers then on a battle field, don't you agree?" A head tilt, the torbie's entire presence exuding how cocky she felt in that moment, knowing in the grand scheme she had moral high ground in this. But she bit her tongue, mostly.
"SPEECH HERE"

[penned by Angelkisses - ☀]

———————————— ☀.°✧ AND HOW LONG BEFORE YOU TELL THE TRUTH? ❞ ​

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[Azaleafrost]

Oh, she was seething. Her blood boiled under her pelt and it was fortunate for her and Firepaw that Wolfsong stepped in, because her claws were just about to slip out and strike at the apprentice.

She looked up at Wolfsong in surprise. She hadn't known him long, but the string of words that came out of his mouth at Firepaw-

She had never heard such language! Woah!!!!

She loved it.

She offered him the smallest of smiles, a brief one before she looked back to Firepaw.

"I did earn it, just as I always do. Hard for you to comprehend, I know." She said to her, almost monotone.

Her eyes drifted to Lowthroat. Azaleapaw thought she looked cool. She hoped she could be cool one day too, but without the rudeness. Or maybe with the rudeness? She didn't know.

All she knew was that she was being judged again.

"I've never been coddled a day in my life." She said. "You've all painted a very clear picture of how the wild is. It's nothing I can't handle."

Yes, they had shown her the coldness and cruelty of the moors. It seemed to be all they were capable of. A den of cold blooded snakes that sought to use her as a punching bag for when they couldn't take their hatred out on someone else.


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[WOLFSONG]

──⇌•〘 INFO 〙 He doesn't twitch when she spits out the mouse, instead watching her younger face with a seeming placidity, as though they're merely discussing the latest hunt. She wants to say more, but has held her tongue. It is easier to strike lower, isn't it? Wolfsong does not consider the matter truly resolved, even when Sparkpaw intervenes to distract Firepaw with his earnesty, nor when Azaleapaw smiles at him gratefully. Firepaw's heart has not changed; her mind has merely balked at challenging difficult prey, and further, he did not overlook the slinking shape of Lowthroat.

"Is that so?" That placidity remains, except it is the deceitful stillness of water masking a long, dark, spiny body with rows of interlocking teeth. The amber-eyed apprentice defends herself, and rightfully so. Everyone can see? No, they do not. They listen and repeat their foolish little tales of weakness that poison their eyes, but they see nothing of substance. Wolfsong's mouth quirks suddenly, and it is the submerged beast inching toward the bank.

"You will teach her nothing but squirming white worms left in the dirt after straining to pass the last meal." His smile crinkles the corner of his remaining eye. "If a game is to be played, I recommend one that smells less like gorged parasites in shit."
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