FORGOTTEN BOY // lost kit at border

[Firefang]

Every breath causes droplets of blood to dribble out of her nostrils, better out then in she thinks but it's still a pain to deal with and she wants nothing more for this fight to be over so she can clean herself off. Damned overgrown kit just had to go for her nose! She can only do as much as swipe her tongue acrossher muzzle and taste the ick of her ichor she focuses as much as she can to holding on, to feeling his fur and skin give way to her claws but she wouldn't be able to for long in his struggle he kicks off of her pushing her to the snow to clumsily roll in it to find proper footing but before she can he comes hurtling at her, her paws reach out and as he'd come to pounce on her. She'd attempt to use his momentum against him, kicking out with all her paws to throw him off of her it's a risky move and if he shifted his position even a little to crash through her barricade of her own limbs then she'd be in trouble.​

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

 

[SILVERTHORN]

ALL NIGHT GAMER​

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The scream that breaks from Silver is almost unnatural, a mix of pain and that of raw fury. He's sent hurtling when the paws carry him off course but he doesn't let his body pause. He falls into a roll before spinning his body round at speed, only to send himself lunging for Firepaw once more. He aimed to latch his jaws around Firepaw's throat, attempting to slam her head back down against the ground in the hopes of stunning her long enough to maintain a solid pin. He was breathing hard and his whole body felt as though it was on fire. If this didn't work then he doubted he could muster up the energy to keep going.
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[Firefang]

Frustration led to desperation; he was on his last legs and Firepaw was going to kick them out form under him! Show him that Windclan didn't need any bumbling kittypet maws to feed, she to however is encumbered by her own ego, she fights for the sake of it for blood sport and pride he fights because if he loses it'd spell his doom if his twoleg masters didn't accept him back. He doesn't give up, she expected him to most would just lay down after all of this and let themselves bleed if they couldn't flee. That's her mistake and he flings himself at her again just as she's getting to her paws and finally he finds his mark and a thrill of fear primordial and unwanted courses down her veins as fangs meet her throat. If they pressed deeper she'd be in trouble, bleeding out in the snow because she forgot this kittypet still had the teeth she swore she'd knock out. Her body reacts in instinct as she crashes to the ground her head pushing as hard as it can into the snow trying to detatch itself from the fangs that bare down on it. She stills a growl rumbling beneath his fangs, the warning of a pinned animal. He's won, and the rage in her eyes as she looks up to him still shows that even cornered she still has fight in her. Firepaw couldn't accept a loss, especially not at the mercy of a pampered brat.

❝Get... off❞ her voice is croaked beneath the pressure of his vice grip, her muscles tense paws trying once again to find their footing but failing she's to low to the ground she's stuck and in a true battle she wouldn't be able to speak at all.​

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

 

[SILVERTHORN]

ALL NIGHT GAMER​

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"How long have I been shaking?" The realisation hits him as he becomes increasingly more aware of the state that his body is in. It felt almost as though all of his remaining energy had been diverted to that of his jaws as he desperately clung on. He... he did it! Didn't he? Silver looked towards Sootstar, a part of him eagerly trying to pinpoint any sign that she was impressed by his actions. He just wanted her approval! But he also sought a sign for him to stop.

It took a long moment before he finally released his hold on Firepaw, albeit not through choice. He simply couldn't muster up the strength to keep going, though not wishing to get smacked by his opponent he backed away a few paces. "Have I... proven myself now?"

// @SOOTSTAR
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[SOOTSTAR]

Sootstar cannot believe it… a WindClan apprentice… beaten by a kittypet?! Sootstar was not at all impressed, she was petrified! Every single fur on her pelt was bristling wild, she wanted nothing more than to stroll up to Firepaw and smack her across the ear. Get up! Get up now! The words bubble in her throat, she wants to scream them but she is stunned.

A wild look is in her eyes when the kittypet asks if he has proven himself.
"You… you will be a paw. You will train until your paws fall off but you will never be a true WindClanner. We will see how long it takes you to tuck tail and return home, kittypet." Sootstar hisses, before settling a glare onto Firepaw. "Get up!" How embarrassing, how humiliating!

"A kittypet doesn't enter my camp without a decent name. You're Silverpaw now…" She demands a name change here and now and she dares the child to argue otherwise. ​

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Spoiler: TAGS ★ 01/07

( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​

╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· SOOTSTAR, female — she / her
╰ ‣ 34 moons . pisces. ages on the first
╰ ‣ windclan leader . marsh-born . believes in starclan
╰ ‣ former soldier of the marsh group

╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smells like heather and wet dirt , status — 100%
╰ ‣ blue smoke . scarred chest, difficult to see through fur . green eyes

╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ESTJ-A ❝ EXECTUTIVE ❞ , Slytherin, Lawful Evil
╰ ‣ Cunning, brash, fierce, confident, self-reliant, envious & selfish
╰ ‣ finds great difficulty in relating to others . can be cruel, usually shows mercy to those she can find sympathy with
╰ ‣ sole key to her heart is loyalty, if you have her trust, she often shows a completely different side of herself. Aggression tends to manifest from her extreme paranoia
╰ ‣ Appreciates titles such as "miss, m'am" etc

╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· SOOT CLAW x PEBBLE BREEZE, sister to Pebblenose
╰ ‣ heterosexual. mate to Weaselclaw
╰ ‣ mother to Windpaw & Sootpaw
╰ ‣ mentor to Smokepaw & Coyotepaw
╰ ‣ average fighter . skilled hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.​

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[SUNNVAR]

There are few words that may describe what flits across Sunstride's face. There is feral delight, chased by uncertainty, and some small dashes of concern. The rage that radiates off of their leader is not one he could miss– his glacial gaze flits about the other observers as if they might think of speaking up. It is curiosity at their potential folly and a warning both. But far beneath these buried feelings, something begins to stick: you will never be a true WindClanner. Who does she count among their numbers? Those that had followed her from the blood-soaked battlefield, those few moons ago? The ones who had been so lucky to call this their place of birth? Sunstride is neither, and though he has earned his place in her inner circle, he does not truly know where he stands.

Is he merely useful? Or is he a WindClanner? He looks at her, but does not speak on his thoughts. To share them would alone be mutiny. He does not wish to be driven off in place of this soft-pawed youth. "You should remember your experiences here. Perhaps you may remember a skill or two when it comes to fighting those greater than you." You will most certainly need it.

﹥ˏˋ〘  OOC NOTES INFORMATION 〙ˊˎ﹤

• ooc: —
• SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
  —— cis male, uses he - him. thirty-four moons old. warrior of windclan and former rogue.
  —— cautious of clan life, but an apt learner. encourages close bonds between clanmates.
  —— loyalty uncertain, cares for those surrounding him. undoubtedly closest to wolfsong.
  
  sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond its borders, with fur that flames red at its base and deepens to a burnt amber with every whorl and stripe. his eyes, in comparison, are a pale summer's blue, still as bold as the rest of him.
• "speech"

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[Firefang]

The moment he lets go she rolls away, faster then her body wished to allow without pain. Her head ached horribly nose still dribbling blood from his first attack, she wasn't minced with wounds the other apprentices would be able to see with ease no this kit had went at her with a completely different strategy then any Windclan apprentice and left her unscathed save for a horrific migraine that was just beginning to blossom as adrenaline began to fade away and the reality of her loss set in just as she turns her head to bare her fangs in a hiss towards the kittypet; towards her new clanmate. Yet before words can bubble out, before she can threaten him or tell him that didn't count the corner of her gaze catches the sight of Sootstar's gaze resting not on him but on her. She hadn't heard her command, but she felt her power now knew she had messed up in a way she could never fully atone for. Her gaze Is oppressive making her remember her place, making her remember that she was nothing compared to her and that worst of all she failed her. Her heart races, she failed her she failed her, how could she mess up this bad how how did she let him win? This wasn't how it was supposed to go, what could she even do to make up for this for a failure that let a kittypet into their clan? Horror sets in her face without her realizing it does and she shrinks back ears pinning to the back of her head as it dips down.

She doesn't verbally apologize no, she couldn't show weakness more then she already had words said so little, she would need to make up for this slight for a long time to come. One thing however was for sure as she casts her glare back towards him the blame for all of this; she was going to make Silverpaw's life here in windclan a living hell!
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( PLACE ME IN MY CASKET TONIGHT ; BECAUSE IM ALREADY DYING INSIDE )