pafp GIVE ME ONE REASON — o, spar

[SNAKEHISS]

Rattleheart — a cat Snakehiss had paid little mind to for so long, a cat he had seen himself standing above. A dirty tunneler. Now, they were his superior. Sunstar had to repopulate his ranks with loyal followers, those who would carry out every order and whim like the mindless sheep they were. Rattleheart was nobody special. They never had been. They were weak, and yet... in WindClan's eyes, they were better.

Snakehiss was livid.

It was not as if Rattleheart was the only cat in power that Snakehiss utterly detested, but today she was facing him in a spar. Snakehiss may have been on probation, but that did not give him an excuse to grow rusty in combat. Not to mention, the black tom had plenty of pent-up energy that he needed to exert.

After sizing his opponent up, the moor runner gave a lash of his tail before swiftly darting to the side. He would spring off the ground and aim to utilize all of his weight in bowling Rattleheart to the ground.

₊ ⋆ * ⊹ ₊ ☾ —— 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙟𝙚𝙨𝙪𝙨

• please wait for @RATTLEHEART

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  snakehiss
  

  — he/him; moor runner of windclan
  — long-limbed black tom with green eyes, a small white chest patch, and multiple scars
  — father to violetkit, cricketkit, and privetkit (duskclan)
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — link to full tags; @ on discord or dm @beaaats for plots!​

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[RATTLEHEART]

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — Admittedly, Rattleheart didn't spar particularly often. They weren't a total novice when it came to combat - and they knew how to defend themself when it came down to it - but they had never relished the feeling of battle as much as some in Windclan did. Even with that in mind, they knew one would have to be a fool to completely neglect their fighting skills and expect to come out alright the next time a true threat arose.

Which was exactly why they now stood across from Snakehiss, shoulders squared and claws dug lightly into the ground beneath them. They took almost immediate notice of the fire in the other's eyes, though they assumed it was just a tactic to pump himself up. The lead warrior didn't immediately assume any malice towards them - because why would they have, when Snakehiss was to be given a second chance?

The moor runner came flying at them, and they felt a rush of air leave them as a larger body crashed into theirs, the weight nearly enough to crush. It was only because of their own small size that they were able to try and squirm out from under Snakehiss' grip, suddenly extremely grateful for their own petite form. If they were successful, they'd attempt to bat at the side of Snakehiss' head, trying to hit his eyes with their claws sheathed. They didn't want to inflict any actual permanent damage on a clanmate, just temporarily blind him for an advantage.

THE RIGHTEOUS HAND OF GOD 𓆩♡𓆪 THE DEVIL THAT YOU FORGOT

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  ❥ longhaired black and white tom with pale green eyes
  ❥ 49 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  ❥ afab; uses he/she/they pronouns
  ❥ homosexual homoromantic; mated to venomstrike
  ❥ sibling to scorchstreak, lizardbounce, and rabbitclaw
  ❥ currently mentoring downypaw
  ❥ somewhat difficult to befriend; wary but kind
  ❥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ❥ all opinions are ic

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[Firefang]

Snakehiss had grown from being a pathetic whiny apprentice; though she’d still call him a whiney adult he’d managed to earn the approval and praise enough from Sootstar to briefly be her deputy. That’s enough for her to see him in a different light from the brat who tailed her former mentor and thought he could outdo her. He’d done so, sadly and she’s envious of what he once had then, she can’t say she is now she sees the way they look at him compared to her. She was just a grunt, a loyal warrior and nothing more but he’d been more than that someone who held legitimate power only to have it stripped from him. She can’t fault her clanmates for possibly believing he’d try to rip it back, starclan she was starting to wonder if he’d go for a powerplay himself.

She’s drawn over to watch, she’s curious how strong he is now and she doesn’t have high hopes for his win here but she never knew, she’d been surprised by him plenty already. Her gaze follows him more than it follows Rattleheart, whom she held nothing more against than he did personally seeing them as a loyal follower of Sunstar and a Warrior who did their duties. They’d been kind to her for whatever reason she can’t place, she’s not sure how to think about that still.

It feels wrong seeing their sheathed claws, another reminder how much her clan had changed. She remembered drawing blood whenever she sparred, treating it exactly as a normal fight. Sootstar wasn’t the leader who wanted them to hold back after all. She says nothing, doesn’t cheer for either of them just watches for now.

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  Firefang ✩ She/Her, Warrior of Windclan, 22 moons
  ⭃ Black tabby she-cat with amber eyes. former-loyalist of Sootstar, Moorunner.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Kedamono ↛ @legmeatt on discord, feel free to dm for plots. ​

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[BLUEFROST]

Bluefrost is categorized somewhat amorphously alongside Snakehiss and Firefang, but she feels no kindred toward either of them as she watches the former heave himself toward Rattleheart. Cool green eyes narrow as she spectates, sitting a few foxlengths away from the dark-furred she-cat who had served her mother loyally. Like Firefang, she is seeing Sunstar’s WindClan in Rattleheart’s sheathed-pawed blows; like Snakehiss, she is seeing anew the inferiority that infects the three of them now. She leans forward to give her tunnel-dusted chest fur a few delicate licks, her tail curling neatly around her paws.

Rage burns like fire in Snakehiss’s gaze. Bluefrost is not surprised. Rattleheart does not seem to see it; her movements are careful as she dislodges herself from beneath her opponent’s grasp. She had felt rage, too, once—hadn’t she? Or had that been poison, Sootstar’s carefully-placed venom sitting beneath her pelt and churning like water in her stomach?

There is nothing left. She feels empty watching them. Like Firefang, she cheers for no one. She only watches in thickening silence, thinking of the cats they’d once been, the cats they are now, the position Rattleheart holds over them from Sunstar’s council. She thinks about the anger that should be sitting like bile in her throat, but—she could not bring herself to rage against the warrior who'd saved her life. Not then, and not now.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

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• Bluekit . Bluepaw . Bluefrost, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 14 moons old, ages realistically on the 14th.
  — mentored by Sootstar ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a.
  — windclan warrior. sootstar x weaselclaw, gen 2.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh blue and white she-cat with emerald eyes. aloof, dignified, poised, haughty, composed, distant.
  
  

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[SNAKEHISS]

Rattleheart manages to squeeze out from underneath Snakehiss like a slippery weasel slithering out of its hiding place. Frustrated, Snakehiss shifts his weight and readies himself to launch another strike when the lead warrior rains a barrage of hits upon his eyes. The black tom winced and pinned his ears, shrinking back with each bat of her paw. It did not hurt, no, but it was extremely annoying.

Frustration spiked within the ex-deputy now, his teeth gritting together tightly. Emerald hues burned brightly with pent-up ire, his vision unsteady as he trembled with rage. The moor runner would aim to block any more hits by harshly smacking the lead warrior's limb away from his face and, if successful, would let out a snarl before attempting to drag unsheathed claws across Rattleheart's jaw.

₊ ⋆ * ⊹ ₊ ☾ —— 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙟𝙚𝙨𝙪𝙨

• extremely late sobs

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  ₊ ⋆ * ⊹ ₊ ☾
  snakehiss
  

  — he/him; moor runner of windclan
  — long-limbed black tom with green eyes, a small white chest patch, and multiple scars
  — father to violetkit, cricketkit, and privetkit (duskclan)
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — link to full tags; @ on discord or dm @beaaats for plots!​

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[RATTLEHEART]

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — Other familiar faces approach, though Rattleheart pays them no mind. Neither seemed eager to interfere in the spar between the pair in front of them, and their watchful gazes only pushed the tunneler into fighting even harder. Half for their own satisfaction, and half so that none of the scattered remains of Sootstar's Windclan would think them - or any of the current members of Sunstar's council, for that matter - weak. Not that they truly thought of Bluefrost as still aligned with Sootstar, even with the way she clearly struggled with the new status quo. It was just a matter of perspective, and they knew that most raised under Sootstar's regime saw physical strength as one of the main avenues to respect.

The monochrome tom could take advantage of that, even though they had no intention of really hurting Snakehiss.

It didn't seem as though the former deputy was of the same mind, however. A harsh hiss of pain left Rattleheart as they felt claws collide with their jaw, dragging thin ribbons through the thick fur there. They supposed they hadn't clarified, though a rush of annoyance still ran through them along with the sensation of blood staining their pelt. "Careful." The word left them as a hushed warning before they lunged forward, attempting to slam their paws down against Snakehiss' shoulder and clamp their teeth down against the side of his neck as they shoved. They were hoping to slam him down into the ground, trying to take advantage of his raised claws and the slight imbalance that would come with having only 3 paws on the ground.

THE RIGHTEOUS HAND OF GOD 𓆩♡𓆪 THE DEVIL THAT YOU FORGOT

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• 
  ❥ longhaired black and white tom with pale green eyes
  ❥ 50 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  ❥ afab; uses he/she/they pronouns
  ❥ homosexual homoromantic; mated to venomstrike
  ❥ sibling to scorchstreak, lizardbounce, and rabbitclaw
  ❥ currently mentoring downypaw
  ❥ somewhat difficult to befriend; wary but kind
  ❥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ❥ all opinions are ic

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