pafp FLIGHT OF A ONE-WINGED DOVE ⛧ TRESPASSER

[Vulturepaw]

˖⁺‧₊ ☽◯☾ ₊‧⁺˖ 　He picks up a familiar scent on patrol. Dusty, like hazy memories of cracked earth and brambles.

He doesn't recognize it at first, but he follows the scent nonetheless, drawn by the fading trail. Chasing after something he cannot name, something that makes his chest ache. He finds her wandering, aimless as a ghost, and his chest siezes. Wispy fur, soot-patched and smoky. A guiding spectre. "You..." His voice shakes, and she turns. Burning amber eyes meet hollowed-out, icy grey. Vulturepaw stumbles back.

He thinks of Thriftfeather, kept prisoner within the confines of the nursery. Thinks of the yowls of clan, the threats of Sootspot and Sunstar. She is barely bigger than he is. His kidnapper, his guiding spirit, his only friend among the gnashing teeth of DuskClan. The kit with sadness in her eyes, the apprentice whose words were both soothing and desperate. Vulturepaw glances back, searching for the rest of his patrol. WindClan saw her take him, pick him up by the scruff and drag him kicking and screaming away. They'll tear her apart for it. "You're - you're not supposed t-to be here," he hisses quietly, pacing forwards to meet her with eyes blown wide in urgency.

I HAD TO LEARN THAT THE HELPING HAND ⛧ CAN BE THE SAME THAT HOLDS THE KNIFE

• @GRAVELPAW
  once gravel has posted, feel free to threaten or chase them off, but please do not attack them unless u get the ok from chuff first o7
  

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  VULTUREPAW ⛧ he / they / she, apprentice of windclan, eight moons.
  ➳ a spiky-furred dark tabby with amber eyes.
  ➳ skittish and dour, with a superstitious sort of pessimism.
  ➳ micheal x npc, adopted by periwinklebreeze.
  ➳ sibling to dustpaw, bilberrypaw, mourningpaw and weepingpaw.
  ➳ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ➳ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[GRAVELSPARK]

Search, and search, and search more until your paws begin to crack and bleed beneath you, until each scent blends in to one... They've been searching for their mentor since he had disappeared, shouldering away any affections from Ebonylight, shouldering away any other responsibility they had... Silent, ever-brewing contempt for Thriftfeather simmers in her chest, has been since the first few days had passed and he hadn't come back. Abandonment. He left me. He left me, alone. He left me. As she snuffles at the ground a vaguely familiar scent hits her nose, head raising as she scans over the moorland grass. Her eyes meet his and all of the sudden, her face set rigid in ice glows like the sun as she smiles for the first time since the cat in front of them had disappeared. These two had been kits once, and unfamiliar with real clan customs, Gravelpaw still addresses them as such.

"Vulturekit!" the one face that Gravelpaw had hoped to see again, had prayed to a false god for, feeling a wave of relief wash over them at the sight of the black tabby. "You're okay... I- I thought you died!" no one had said anything about his disappearance, no one would answer her questions, no one had seemed to care like she had.

It had made them angry at one point, coals on fire with gnashing flames, but eventually it burned to ash... Hope had dwindled just like it does now for Thriftfeather; well, if Vulturekit was still alive... Maybe Thriftfeather would be too! Maybe Gravelpaw would find him somewhere else, still alive. Again, she prays.

"Hi- Hi! Hello, hi, i've missed you- I thought you were-" they begin to blabber in sheer excitement before Vulturekit hisses out a warning. "What? Why? Am- Can I not say hello?" hurt settles in their chest, flashing in their gaze. Unbeknownst to her, Vulture's patrol lingers behind like rabid dogs.

𝖨𝖵𝖤 𝖡𝖤𝖤𝖭 𝖠𝖫𝖫 𝖮𝖴𝖳 𝖮𝖥 𝖣𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖬𝖲 ˚⋆｡°✩₊🦇 𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖢𝖠𝖭𝖳 𝖲𝖠𝖸 𝖨 𝖣𝖨𝖣𝖭𝖳 𝖳𝖱𝖸

• beat her ass pls! but not too hard lol i want her to remain relatively unscathed ...... (she will DIE if not)
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  ❥ gravelpaw 𓆩✧𓆪 baby, gravelkit
  ❥ demi-girl 𓆩✧𓆪 she/they 𓆩✧𓆪 08 months
  ❥ duskclan apprentice 𓆩✧𓆪 mentored by thriftfeather
  ❥ black/blue smoke chimera with high white and blue eyes
  ❥ "speech, 9d9adf" 𓆩✧𓆪 thoughts
  ❥ single 𓆩✧𓆪 not interested in love (unknown sexuality)
  ❥ smells like chilled rain and pine needles 𓆩✧𓆪 nostalgic & icy
  ❥ penned by chuff

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[SEDGEPOUNCE]

"Vulturepaw," he says, stepping through the sawgrass with a cool, clear precision. Sternness is unbecoming of Sedgepounce, but the adrenaline at the whiff he caught of DuskClan has needled him down to some icy-eyed shell. He pins Vulturepaw with a pointed stare, jutting his chin over his shoulder in a get behind me gesture. Then to Gravelpaw, he grinds out: "You need to leave. Now."

For the moment, Sedgepounce makes no move to punctate his demand with violence. Gravelpaw has these wide blue eyes and a warbling timbre in her voice—they're ostensibly young, innocent. It would almost be easier if they were a spitting, hissing rogue, but Sedgepounce fears raising his claws against anyone at all, let alone a child. If they leave now, it'll be better for everyone.

He steps forward with fur bristling. He doesn't see any other DuskClanners nearby, but that doesn't mean that they aren't there. They can't risk even a second more with Gravelpaw here. "Go," Sedgepounce states.
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[VIPERPAW]

*+:｡.｡ When it came to heroism, Viperpaw found opportunities to prove himself few and far between. So far, he's contented himself with running around doing chores and assisting in patrols, but it never felt like enough. Today Viperpaw would see his chance to be something great.
"A VILLAIN!" The boy cries with the gusto typically reserved for a murder of crows, yet somehow louder still. Paws meant more for the tunnels find no resistance as they thunder upon the grass, racing eagerly past Sedgepounce and Vulturepaw. If unsuccessfully impeded, he would aim to tackle the girl, claws extended and aimed for her frosty coat. Unlike Sedgepounce, Viperpaw had no qualms against attacking a fellow young cat, even less so if they reeked of anti-clan filth. A villain was a villain, and villains were meant for a good ol' fashioned one-two!
How exciting to finally get to save Windclan with his own two paws! Granted, Vulturepaw and Sedgepounce were here, too...but every hero needed their side kicks, so the story continues! "RETURN FROM WHENCE YOU CAME, EVILDOER!" man, he sounded so cool!

*+:｡.｡ Updated 6/19/24

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  "SPEECH"
  
  
  GENERAL:
  ☁ Viperpaw
  ☁ DFAB— He/Him
  ☁ moons
  ☁ Son of Snakehiss and Berrysnap
  ☁ Brother to Rowanpaw, Snakepaw and Privetpaw
  ☁ Windclan — Tunneler's apprentice
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☁Physically easy | mentally medium
  ☁Attack in bold white
  ☁ None currently

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[bunnypaw]

Bunnypaw trembles behind Sedgepounce, for once her unreasonable fear being justified. The stench of DuskClan is one far off in her memory, gifted to her in infancy but only clinging to threads in her continued youth. Her mother had slaughtered one of them, when they had tried to take her brother. (Had blood showered her then, to the point of needing to be cleaned? Were she and her siblings nothing more than pawns in the larger game, meals to be feasted upon?)

But the other - they're young like Vulturepaw, like Viperpaw, like her. And though Viperpaw launches, her mentor... holds back. He gives her a chance to run, to forge a path beyond their borders before someone more ruinous seeks them. Bunnypaw would have admired Sedgepounce if not for the blood rushing through her ears. Her tail twitches as she takes a long, uncertain step backwards into the tall grass.​

 

[Vulturepaw]

˖⁺‧₊ ☽◯☾ ₊‧⁺˖ 　Stars above, she looks so happy to see them. A smile spreads like sunlight across Gravelpaw's face and Vulturepaw feels his heart aching in his chest as her dull snowdrift eyes alight. He shatters that hope with hissing words, watches the light leave for a wounded sort of confusion. An apology rests on the tip of his tongue, but he hesitates.

And then the grass rustles, and he whips around to meet his patrol with ears pinned back.

Sedgepounce is as they've never seen him before, face stony and voice cold. They scramble behind him sheepishly casting an apologetic glance to Gravelpaw. Their fur stands on end, every muscle tense. Don't hurt them, she pleads silently, keeping her teeth locked together. Sedgepounce bristles, threatens - but does not attack. They almost feel relief until Viperpaw comes charging through. "Wait, stop - " she bites out, heart racing at the flash of claws.

Panic thrums through her as she brushes past Sedgepounce. "Just - just let her g-go! She's not hurting anyone!" Fear courses through their veins, both at their own actions and Viperpaw's. He stops just before the other apprentice, hesitating before he can try to shove him away. That, he knows, would be a step too far. Traitorous. He wavers, heart in his throat

I HAD TO LEARN THAT THE HELPING HAND ⛧ CAN BE THE SAME THAT HOLDS THE KNIFE

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  "SPEECH"
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  VULTUREPAW ⛧ he / they / she, apprentice of windclan, eight moons.
  ➳ a spiky-furred dark tabby with amber eyes.
  ➳ skittish and dour, with a superstitious sort of pessimism.
  ➳ micheal x npc, adopted by periwinklebreeze.
  ➳ sibling to dustpaw, bilberrypaw, mourningpaw and weepingpaw.
  ➳ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ➳ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[ROWANPAW]

"Viperpaw—" They stop themselves before they could try and dissuade their littermate from charging forth. It is too late now as the calico launches himself at the trespassing scum of the earth. The tunneler merely observes, bi-colored eyes narrowed as a scrap ensues. Rowanpaw would have personally taken a more cautious course of action such as marching up to the young rogue and demanding that they leave, but they cannot fault Viperpaw for defending his territory. This stranger—a DuskClanner, judging by the stench—appears to be alone at the moment. What is it with these snakehearts and approaching WindClan's borders on their lonesome?

Rowanpaw flexes their claws into the earth, standing at the ready to jump in if needed. Viperpaw was brash and confident, a scrappy fighter even though he was smaller in stature and more versed in the art of tunneling, but this DuskClanner was on the lanky side. Hopefully she wasn't very strong or skilled. "She is a DuskClanner trespassing on our land. It's unacceptable." A hiss escapes Rowanpaw's lips, faux brows knitted and sharp gaze directed at Vulturepaw. The black tabby possesses sympathy for the lone rogue, but who was to say that her intentions were innocent? She must have been trespassing for a reason... or perhaps she was just a foolish harebrain. Either way, she wasn't welcome here.

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐃 ✹ . + 　 　˚ 　　　　 · 　 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍

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  — rowanpaw / ten moons / they/she pronouns
  — windclan tunneler apprentice / mentored by swiftshade
  — snakehiss x berrysnap / littermate to rosepaw, viperpaw, and privetfrost
  — sh black/tortie chimera w/ blue and amber heterochromia, scratches across right eye
  — click for tags

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[GRAVELSPARK]

Their saddened hurt and disappointment is cut short by a rustle and a brown splashed tabby comes out, demands them to leave and yet...

"I'm... not hurting anyone," their voice is small but they take a step backwards anyways, compliant with the demands but still ever defiant in the search for answers. This is eerily similar to when they had encountered a patchwork she-cat straying too far past glaringly obvious scent-lines. One of them looks at them in fear. She hates when they do that. She hates... She hates the anger, the fear. I'm just looking, I won't hurt you, nothing comes out of their mouth, no spitting vitriol, no comforting serenade. They look at Vulture for comfort, watching as her face morphs in to something more apologetic. I don't get it. Why are you looking at me like that? All sad-like... Wasn't their reunion happy?

Something comes barreling out of... somewhere, claws glinting in the light and for a second Gravelpaw feels like the stumbling little kit they once were, looking up to Ebonylight with widened eyes. They're slammed harshly in to the ground.

Claws flash and pain ripples through their side, their breath hitches in their throat, a scream bubbles. "Ouch! I'm not a villain, stop it!" comes her shriek, louder than she had meant it, louder than when she had last been here, star-struck. They struggle beneath Viperpaw as beads of red begin to blot their flank from the searing pain of claws. Tears well in their eyes, hurt, angry, disappointed, what was I even thinking? Stupid, stupid, stupid. Her thoughts drift to Thriftfeather, childlike and righteous in flames that have simmered to simple coals, I hate you! I never want to see you again!

This was all his fault, his fault for leaving, for leaving them behind, for not teaching them more, for teaching them too much, for not being there! It takes everything in their power not to start crying in front of the gathering crowd that just watches. She searches for something that doesn't exist. She searches for happiness, a feeling of belonging, that will not come to her. She does not unsheath her claws. Maybe somewhere in her believes that this is heavenly punishment, something deserved.

"Get off of me!" defeat stings bad, but it does not hurt as bad as their heart begins to falter and break. "I said get off!" Theres a second more of struggle before they bunch up their legs, trying to fling Viperpaw off of them. Regardless if it kicks him off or not, she'll wiggle free and breaks into a sprint as soon as they can, long legs carrying her away. A singular glance is spared backwards, focusing on a black tabby figure that grows smaller and smaller as she gains distance.

Why didn't you come back? Her thoughts are quite selfish. Her pride is more damaged than her body, irreparable and broken on the ground. They set back home.

𝖨𝖵𝖤 𝖡𝖤𝖤𝖭 𝖠𝖫𝖫 𝖮𝖴𝖳 𝖮𝖥 𝖣𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖬𝖲 ˚⋆｡°✩₊🦇 𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖢𝖠𝖭𝖳 𝖲𝖠𝖸 𝖨 𝖣𝖨𝖣𝖭𝖳 𝖳𝖱𝖸

• out :-)
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  ❥ gravelpaw 𓆩✧𓆪 baby, gravelkit
  ❥ demi-girl 𓆩✧𓆪 she/they 𓆩✧𓆪 08 months
  ❥ duskclan apprentice 𓆩✧𓆪 mentored by thriftfeather
  ❥ black/blue smoke chimera with high white and blue eyes
  ❥ "speech, 9d9adf" 𓆩✧𓆪 thoughts
  ❥ single 𓆩✧𓆪 not interested in love (unknown sexuality)
  ❥ smells like chilled rain and pine needles 𓆩✧𓆪 nostalgic & icy
  ❥ penned by chuff

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[SEDGEPOUNCE]

I'm...not hurting anyone, they murmur with enough soft-hearted resonance that they might even believe it. Sedgepounce is not so convinced. He can't believe that a so-called clan founded for its hatred of WindClan wouldn't indoctrinate its children with that vitriol from the day that their ears opened. Gravelpaw is either playing a devious game, or she is truly like all other apprentices: unwilling to listen to their superiors.

"You—" Whatever he wants to say is lost to the sudden foray of violence. Viperpaw leaps from the underbrush, tears at Gravelpaw with sharp claws and a sharper volume. Sedgepounce almost...he nearly stops it. His jolting forth is quelled by harshly locked limbs, roots of loyalty and worth shooting up from the moorland to hold him back. DuskClanner, his mind spits. Enemy. And all violence against an enemy is known to be honorable.

Though the apprentice does not fight back. Viperpaw swipes with a mostly-practiced precision becoming of a cat two moons from warriorhood, but the DuskClanner only flails wildly, poor at defense and worse still at offense. She wails. She claws at the great expanse beyond the border. Viperpaw does nothing to release them—and it's at this point that Sedgepounce steps in.

Wrenching forward, Sedgepounce grabs Viperpaw by the scruff, holding him back just long enough for Gravelpaw to skitter free and escape into a sprint. He watches, tense, until their snowy pelt disappears behind a distant knoll.

"We need to make sure she was alone." Sedgepounce says tersely, turning back to the varied expressions of the small gathering at hand. "Go back to camp with Bramblebelly. All of you," His eyes drift across Bunnypaw, Rowanpaw, and linger purposefully toward Vulturepaw and Viperpaw. To Rowan—one of the eldest and the apprentice he deigns the most responsible of the group—he adds: "Find Scorchstreak. Tell her we saw a DuskClan apprentice, but—" he does not look at Vulturepaw. "But that I'll tell her the specifics of what happened." It's all he can do for them.

// permission to powerplay granted by antii on discord! < 3
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