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βΎ KITEPAW. AND HOW CAN WE WIN WHEN FOOLS CAN BE KINGS? β βΌ
π€ β ββ thump, thump, thump- the sound of his paws hitting the ground mirrors the quick beating of the rabbit's heart as it flees from the sudden onslaught. the wind pulls through kitepaw's fur as he runs. it was early morning and his belly claws with hunger, but he know the rules. the sooner that they bring back food for the rest of the clan, the sooner that kitepaw could sink his teeth into his own breakfast. and that βsoonerβ meant sinking his teeth and claws into this rabbit right now. imagine! catching something this earlyβ¦ it would be an incredible start to the day, and a hope that the rest of the hunt would run just as smoothly. smoothly was the word that kitepaw had been hoping for. as they ran, he could see the rabbit slowly beginning to outpace him, and in a desperate attempt to not let it go, he lunges forwards with snapping teeth. "yes! shit- no-" teeth met with fur, a false victory.
on a dime the rabbit changes direction and kitepaw's paws skid on the morning dew and ash, leaving him with a mouthful of fur and no rabbit. he catches his balance and struggles to quickly recover so that he could spring after it again, desperate to not let it get out of his grasp. alas, because of his slip up (quite literally), in the blink of an eye his target vanishes from his sight and kitepaw finds himself skidding to a hard halt at the nose of the tunnel. "great-!" he hisses in frustration, followed by a soft sputtering of curses as he spits out the tufts of rabbit fur from his mouth. "almost had it too." he adds to further sour his mood as the rest of the hunting patrol draws close. of course, kitepaw knows that he's not going to catch every rabbit he chases, but it's frustrating to know that he's not allowed to follow it down into its burrow. it would be his by now if he couldβhe knows that he could fit down there, but he also knows he'd likely get a tongue lashing for trying. he claws at the ground, flashing his tailβwhy is there still fur in his mouth?
π€ β ββ thump, thump, thump- the sound of his paws hitting the ground mirrors the quick beating of the rabbit's heart as it flees from the sudden onslaught. the wind pulls through kitepaw's fur as he runs. it was early morning and his belly claws with hunger, but he know the rules. the sooner that they bring back food for the rest of the clan, the sooner that kitepaw could sink his teeth into his own breakfast. and that βsoonerβ meant sinking his teeth and claws into this rabbit right now. imagine! catching something this earlyβ¦ it would be an incredible start to the day, and a hope that the rest of the hunt would run just as smoothly. smoothly was the word that kitepaw had been hoping for. as they ran, he could see the rabbit slowly beginning to outpace him, and in a desperate attempt to not let it go, he lunges forwards with snapping teeth. "yes! shit- no-" teeth met with fur, a false victory.
on a dime the rabbit changes direction and kitepaw's paws skid on the morning dew and ash, leaving him with a mouthful of fur and no rabbit. he catches his balance and struggles to quickly recover so that he could spring after it again, desperate to not let it get out of his grasp. alas, because of his slip up (quite literally), in the blink of an eye his target vanishes from his sight and kitepaw finds himself skidding to a hard halt at the nose of the tunnel. "great-!" he hisses in frustration, followed by a soft sputtering of curses as he spits out the tufts of rabbit fur from his mouth. "almost had it too." he adds to further sour his mood as the rest of the hunting patrol draws close. of course, kitepaw knows that he's not going to catch every rabbit he chases, but it's frustrating to know that he's not allowed to follow it down into its burrow. it would be his by now if he couldβhe knows that he could fit down there, but he also knows he'd likely get a tongue lashing for trying. he claws at the ground, flashing his tailβwhy is there still fur in his mouth?
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KITEPAW β© he/him, moor-runner apprentice of windclan, 7.5 moons old
β average sized tomcat with light cream tabby markings. he has a white chest and half face. his fur is a medium length and he has large whiskers. his eyes are a light blue.
β highly religious, stubborn and hard-working, kindhearted and charismatic, honest, diligent, foolish and impulsive when frustrated, will speak out when something feels unjust.
β open to minor and minor nonviolent powerplay / / underline and tag when attacking β see his bio here
β penned by @DOFFERZ! β doffloppa on discord, feel free to dm for plots. template credit to vayle.