GOD WILL FORGIVE MY GUN ⁀➷snakehiss

[FOXGLARE]

⁀➷ Sedgepounce was alive. By some miracle, he returned home to the moors once more, but he did not come back unharmed. He would wear the scars he bore for the rest of his life, and—by the hollowed look in his eye he wore on that day upon the Windclan border—his spirit, too, had not returned unscathed.

Hunting was scarce that day, as was often the case as long as the snow dusted the earth beneath their feet, but perhaps Foxglare had been uncharacteristically distracted by his own buzzing aura as it responded to the individual left in his charge that afternoon. The white-hot ember left in chest had not abated since Cottonpaw had broken the news in the barn those few moons ago. In fact, seeing Snakehiss shake and grovel at Starclan at the sight of Sedgepounce's living form only made it bigger, flames licking his veins and filling his head. Of course, a spineless creature such as that would want to weep with joy at the weighty title of "Murderer" being lifted from its stick-thin shoulders. Of course, he expected there now to be no consequence for his actions now that he knew Sedge was not killed.

This would not be the case.

Perhaps his reptilian friend felt the moment when a silent walk amongst a tall thicket of bushed shifted from awkward to threatening, as Foxglare stilled suddenly and watched black-furred shoulders brace for a split second before he exploded into movement. The larger tomcat sprang and was upon him in a blink of an eye, muscling the long-limbed former deputy to the floor and pinning him beneath strong, sheathed paws. Moons of rage burned behind pale eyes as they met his foe's, but Foxglare was careful to not attract unwanted attention as he growled low at the tom pinned to the floor,

"Don't speak, don't fight. Just listen."

HOW COULD YOU THINK, DARLIN, ⁀➷☾⁺₊ ID SCARE SO EASILY?

• OOC:@SNAKEHISS powerplay perms given by beats<3
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  — sun . fox . foxpaw . foxglare
  — he/him. 15mo moor-runner of windclan. currently mentoring sunlitpaw.
  — a large, scarred white and golden tabby tom with grey eyes
  — smells like dewy oak and sedge
  — sounds like leon kennedy, with a vague texan drawl.
  — the straight-faced and taciturn adopted son of houndthistle, lived as a twolegplace loner until 7 moons old, now a moor-runner of windclan. resilient, but not invincible. the continued stresses of war and a significant loss have led him to hold fast to his strict internal moral compass for fear of faltering.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — fullbody and chibi by antiigone
  — penned by eezy

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[SNAKEHISS]

Foxglare was definitely not Snakehiss' first choice when it came to chaperones, but the black tom hardly had any say in the matter. He needed a warrior if he were to leave camp, which was beginning to feel too suffocating. If the insufferable Foxglare were to be the one to accompany him, then so be it. They weren't required to talk.

Although the two walked in silence for a little while, Snakehiss was sorely mistaken for thinking that nothing would come of this outing. It all happened too fast for Snakehiss to process, the large tom's looming shadow advancing over him as he descended upon his lanky form.

A startled ( perhaps even pathetic ) bleat sounds from his maw as the pair tumble to the ground, the former deputy being caught entirely off-guard by Foxglare's actions. He squirmed under the larger male for a moment, heart lurching as he fully expected him to rip him to shreds or finish the job that Harrierstripe started. "What—?!" However, Foxglare manages to shut Snakehiss up if only for a moment by issuing him very simple instructions accompanied by a low yet fairly threatening tone of voice.

Huffing and puffing, Snakehiss' breathing begins to even out, narrowed eyes now glaring up at his attacker. What did Foxglare want from him?

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  — he/him; moor runner of windclan
  — long-limbed black tom with green eyes, a small white chest patch, and multiple scars
  — father to violetkit, waspkit, cricketkit, and privetkit (duskclan)
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
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[FOXGLARE]

⁀➷ It would be stupidly easy to just give it up and just give in to raging beast within, to finish Harrierstripe's shoddy job at killing the lingering snake in the grass and dispose himself of any of the potential problems that came along with letting it keep its nest in their clan. And he would consider it, imagining the simple satisfaction of flexing his claws into fur and the quick bite-and-tear of vulnerable flesh, consequences be damned.

There were consequences, though.

And so he would lean back instead, prepared for Snakehiss to protest more than he does, but it seems fortune has smiled upon him for controlling his violent impulses, and the dark tom is quiet.

"You'd do best to remember that it's by grace—and grace alone—that your sorry self's still breathing right now," he says, Snakehiss had his stars to thank for that, but Foxglare's sense of self-control could be thanked as well.

"I don't give a damn what you say went down next to that river that day," Sedge attacked him first, Snake attacked, whatever happened was dirt behind his paws at this point, "What I do know... Is that you're a spineless worm, and there's no doubt in my mind that you'd watch him die if it saved some skin off your own tail." Snakehiss might've been spared from being branded a murderer, but it was clear to Fox that he'd taken something from Sedgepounce that he couldn't get back.

Rarely was Foxglare ever this verbose, but for once he had no trouble finding the words to say. "Sunstar might be lettin' you have your chance to prove yourself, but I promise you... If you touch another hair on his head or try to pull some shit, or even say something half-snide at him, I'll deal with you... Personally. "

There was nothing but ice and steel now remaining in his eyes, he delivered his threat as solemnly as a pious man would tie his oath to the foot of the alter.

"Do we have an understanding?"

HOW COULD YOU THINK, DARLIN, ⁀➷☾⁺₊ ID SCARE SO EASILY?

• OOC:
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• 
  — sun . fox . foxpaw . foxglare
  — he/him. 15mo moor-runner of windclan. currently mentoring sunlitpaw.
  — a large, scarred white and golden tabby tom with grey eyes
  — smells like dewy oak and sedge
  — sounds like leon kennedy, with a vague texan drawl.
  — the straight-faced and taciturn adopted son of houndthistle, lived as a twolegplace loner until 7 moons old, now a moor-runner of windclan. steadfast and reserved, in an era of attempting to forge bonds with others and create a future to look toward.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — fullbody by antiigone, hs by mercurial
  — penned by eezy

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