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➴➴ CW for mentions of death in the first paragraph!
Dark lips curl, exposing ice-white fangs dribbling with saliva. One swift bite, and this could all be over. One slash of claws, and pristine white fur turns into crimson spilling down a cut throat, splattered across their own chest, pooling upon the dirt beneath them. They are in the midst of battle, and Gooseberry lies motionless before them, splittering coughs dying out as his chest heaves one final time. They have hardly a moment to be horrified, however—a form, slim and cruel, bashes into their flank, throeing them off-balance. Their attacker does not let up once they’ve toppled over onto their side, though. Piercing eyes, frigid blue and flooded with hate, are only visible for a heartbeat before the feeling of claws tears through their underside. Gravelsnap hisses, drawing themself to their feet once again. They crouch down, preparing to lunge at Rumblerain’s face and score their claws down it. Thorn-sharp, deadly, right for the eye. Their limbs curl beneath them, eel-black tail wavering, and-
The dark-pointed cat before them is not their enemy any longer, but a friend. An ally. Their apprentice. At the last second, their claws withdraw, sheathed once again. Their paw, aiming to crash heavily down onto the top of Sheeppaw’s head, is no longer a weapon meant to deliver a killing blow—it is only a part of their apprentice’s training, now. Whether or not their first attack lands, the warrior darts backward, hazel eyes narrowing as they regard the younger tom. "You won’t be a warrior for another season, now." And thank the stars for that; without Sunstar’s decision, they had loathed the idea of sending Sheeppaw, half-grown and half-trained, out into the moorland as a warrior. "You should be quicker with your movements. Attack me, now. Show me what you’ve learned about battle."
Dark lips curl, exposing ice-white fangs dribbling with saliva. One swift bite, and this could all be over. One slash of claws, and pristine white fur turns into crimson spilling down a cut throat, splattered across their own chest, pooling upon the dirt beneath them. They are in the midst of battle, and Gooseberry lies motionless before them, splittering coughs dying out as his chest heaves one final time. They have hardly a moment to be horrified, however—a form, slim and cruel, bashes into their flank, throeing them off-balance. Their attacker does not let up once they’ve toppled over onto their side, though. Piercing eyes, frigid blue and flooded with hate, are only visible for a heartbeat before the feeling of claws tears through their underside. Gravelsnap hisses, drawing themself to their feet once again. They crouch down, preparing to lunge at Rumblerain’s face and score their claws down it. Thorn-sharp, deadly, right for the eye. Their limbs curl beneath them, eel-black tail wavering, and-
The dark-pointed cat before them is not their enemy any longer, but a friend. An ally. Their apprentice. At the last second, their claws withdraw, sheathed once again. Their paw, aiming to crash heavily down onto the top of Sheeppaw’s head, is no longer a weapon meant to deliver a killing blow—it is only a part of their apprentice’s training, now. Whether or not their first attack lands, the warrior darts backward, hazel eyes narrowing as they regard the younger tom. "You won’t be a warrior for another season, now." And thank the stars for that; without Sunstar’s decision, they had loathed the idea of sending Sheeppaw, half-grown and half-trained, out into the moorland as a warrior. "You should be quicker with your movements. Attack me, now. Show me what you’ve learned about battle."
- ooc: @SHEEPPAW
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GRAVELSNAP ❯❯ they/he, moor runner of windclan
⭃ average-sized black and white warrior who seems smaller than he is. speaks rarely and quietly.
⭃ mate to periwinklebreeze ; sibling to slateheart
⭃ mentoring sheeppaw ; formerly mentored thriftfeather
⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay is allowed, but they hate physical contact & will lash out if not close friends / family
⭃ penned by foxlore
