private Gives you hell ♫ Thunderclan apprentices

[Bugchaser !]

*+:｡.｡ "Skyclaw? More like SkyCLOD" It was strange, talking bad behind someone's back - it didn't feel any less wrong. But was it truly so evil to bully a bully? Sure, it was still bullying at the end of the day, but Skyclaw was such a bully, Bugpaw doubted any bullying from her could do half as much damage as his! So the girl rested comfortably on her high horse, perched comfortably closer to Starclan than Skyclaw could ever reach.

More than ever, the moral low was. Cats were rightfully grief-stricken, rightfully afraid. Bugpaw still felt her eyes water thinking about Mousenose and Palefire, but she refused to shed a tear for their loss outside of a private setting. Instead, the girl raised her chin high and sat in a huddled group with her friends, hissing at the traitors that dared look their way. If she could perk up at least one cat today, then she'd call it a job well done! After all...wasn't like there was much else she could do. She promised her mamma and Falconheart that she'd be safe.

"I bet when this is all over, Skyclaw's gonna get demoted to a kit before he gets booted from Thunderclan. Imagine seeing him at the border, all pwease let me in! I just wanna go home and we'll be like - we don't welcome evil kits like you! I hope the monsters under your nest EAT YAH!" she giggles, before glancing around to ensure no ears were on her or her buddies. Leaning in close, she whispered, "We should fill his nest with spiders and thorns, what'cha say?" Bugpaw refused to be afraid. Skyclaw may be the biggest bully of all the bullies, but he wouldn't tear Bugpaw down! And if she had anything to say about it, she'll do her damndest to lift everyone up with her!

*+:｡.｡ Updated 3/22/24

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  GENERAL:
  ♫ Bugpaw
  ♫ DFAB— She/Her
  ♫ 6 moons — Ages
  ♫ Daughter to Flamewhisker and Flycatcher
  ♫ Sibling to Falconheart, Stormfeather, Lilykit, Butterflykit, Scorchedpaw, Squirrelpaw, Sunpaw
  ♫ Thunderclan — apprentice
  ♫ Apprenticed to Falconheart
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ♫Physically easy | mentally easy
  ♫ Attack in bold pink
  injuries: None currently

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[MERLINPAW]

Fear growled low within Merlinpaw's gut, as though she were a timorous mouse underneath the chill of the hawk's glare, frozen in place by that which would certainly disembowel her and leave her to bleed. It, perhaps, would have been more apt to say that she were also the raptor as well, eating herself alive out of its own discomposure with the walls closing in on the feeble form of her hummingbird heart. How could one recover from seeing their leader and warriors fall prey to evil, and allow themselves to contort to that of the despot? And yet, Bugpaw chattered as if Thunderclan had not been blanched by the monster of golden eyes, as if her spirits had remained intrepid by the fear that sank into Merlin. As if it were nothing but a game... That indomitable spirit had not been something to grace the apprentice's own ribcage, for she extinguished the light herself with prying fingers, lest the predator of misfortune come for her too. Merlinpaw simply trudged alongside her friend, head turned downwards like she misgave to the gristle and bone of her reality, like she looked inwards into a splayed body. Her clan had been gutted, to say the very least, and she saw what the discord had done to the strong and the prideful. Could arrogance survive a cruel nature, and could pride keep one's belly full?

"I don't think we - we should... We'll, uh, um, get in trouble." The dilute tortoiseshell's voice lie as a mere whisper, dull aureate gaze trained upon the ground she tread. For her, it was better to lie low and hope that Skyclaw's eyes did not burn into hers, unholy flame that would surely smite and brand her.​