- May 26, 2024
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YOU ALWAYS SAID HOW YOU LIKE DOGS
cw: blood, minor gore, murder. this is BACKWRITTEN TO THE DAY OF THE UPRISING!!
ba-dum. ba-dum. ba-dum.
spars are not the same as a real fight. not at all. their heart won't stop racing but it's not fear that drives the muscle to work overtime– it's excitement. it's adrenaline. this was exhilarating! they've always loved to spar, there is no secret about it. they just didn't think the really thing would be this exciting, especially when protecting loved ones. their mother. their father. houndshade. houndshade. houndshade.
"you and all your filthy kittypet friends ain't walking outta here alive. we will take back thunderclan and return it to it's rightful glory!"
foxclaw hisses and stagsnarl only tilts her head. such big words for a cat on the losing side, she thinks. but she doesn't say it. her claws gently scrape on the ground, and she only snorts, narrowing her eyes, with a lash of her tail.
"honestly, i don't care what you have to say. you're done here. this is not your home any longer. you've lost the right to it."
their paws push forward and they lunge, tumbling with the feline, teeth digging into their shoulder, their yowl echoing in the air as they push stagsnarl off. they hit the ground with a thud, growling as they push themself back on their paws, taking in a ragged breath.
"you're going to die here. and as you're bleeding out... you're stupid little friend, houndpaw is next!
everything stops. she swears something clicks in that very moment. houndshade, it's houndshade. their name is houndshade, and stagsnarl would be damned if she let anything to happen to them these cats have taken enough from the clan, but if they have to take everything from her and leave her with nothing– she won't let them take houndshade. houndshade is the one fucking good thing to come from their life, and they refuse to let that disappear.
"what did you say?"
their teeth bare, and before they can even think about what they're doing, they're rushing forward, slamming into foxclaw, hissing as their teeth instinctively dig into their throat. they feel claws briefly scratch against their side but they don't stop. they watch as foxclaw wiggling and writhes in pain, the choking sounds almost like a melody in their ears as they dig their teeth deeper, and deeper and until the song ends in a snap. the final note. they pull back with blood dripping from their face, and nothing short of a crazed look in their eyes as they pant heavily.
"keep her name off your tongue. don't ever talk about her. ever."
she steps away, breathing heavily and squeezing her eyes shut. maybe she should feel something about having killed but all she feels is relief. one less stain in the world. she is different from skyclaw and his lot. she kills for reason. she kills for purpose. she kills for her. always for her. anything for her.
... when they become so obsessed with them?
ba-dum. ba-dum. ba-dum.
spars are not the same as a real fight. not at all. their heart won't stop racing but it's not fear that drives the muscle to work overtime– it's excitement. it's adrenaline. this was exhilarating! they've always loved to spar, there is no secret about it. they just didn't think the really thing would be this exciting, especially when protecting loved ones. their mother. their father. houndshade. houndshade. houndshade.
"you and all your filthy kittypet friends ain't walking outta here alive. we will take back thunderclan and return it to it's rightful glory!"
foxclaw hisses and stagsnarl only tilts her head. such big words for a cat on the losing side, she thinks. but she doesn't say it. her claws gently scrape on the ground, and she only snorts, narrowing her eyes, with a lash of her tail.
"honestly, i don't care what you have to say. you're done here. this is not your home any longer. you've lost the right to it."
their paws push forward and they lunge, tumbling with the feline, teeth digging into their shoulder, their yowl echoing in the air as they push stagsnarl off. they hit the ground with a thud, growling as they push themself back on their paws, taking in a ragged breath.
"you're going to die here. and as you're bleeding out... you're stupid little friend, houndpaw is next!
everything stops. she swears something clicks in that very moment. houndshade, it's houndshade. their name is houndshade, and stagsnarl would be damned if she let anything to happen to them these cats have taken enough from the clan, but if they have to take everything from her and leave her with nothing– she won't let them take houndshade. houndshade is the one fucking good thing to come from their life, and they refuse to let that disappear.
"what did you say?"
their teeth bare, and before they can even think about what they're doing, they're rushing forward, slamming into foxclaw, hissing as their teeth instinctively dig into their throat. they feel claws briefly scratch against their side but they don't stop. they watch as foxclaw wiggling and writhes in pain, the choking sounds almost like a melody in their ears as they dig their teeth deeper, and deeper and until the song ends in a snap. the final note. they pull back with blood dripping from their face, and nothing short of a crazed look in their eyes as they pant heavily.
"keep her name off your tongue. don't ever talk about her. ever."
she steps away, breathing heavily and squeezing her eyes shut. maybe she should feel something about having killed but all she feels is relief. one less stain in the world. she is different from skyclaw and his lot. she kills for reason. she kills for purpose. she kills for her. always for her. anything for her.
... when they become so obsessed with them?
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